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DinaLRelles: ‘November Night’ by Adelaide Crapsey

KingsSchoolLib: An autumn poem from Adelaide Crapsey (1878-1914), titled November Night. Read more about the poet behind the poem:

SarahJMButler: Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall … Adelaide Crapsey, ‘November Night’. Today we scattered my Pa’s ashes. It was beautiful

marigoldfinds: November Night Listen. . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall. Adelaide Crapsey I'm beginning to long for frost, but here and now it's just the wind that breaks the leaves from the trees.

HabbyMomma: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. –Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

mbharrington501: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. –Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

kevblue777: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. –Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

Pater_Filucius: Adelaide Crapsey "On Seeing Weather Beaten Trees" Is it as plainly in our living shown,  By slant and twist, ​which way the wind has blown?

platospupil: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. –Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

bach_peter: Listen… With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. - Adelaide Crapsey

NarrativeMag: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. —“November Night” by Adelaide Crapsey

joeljarve: Really happy to share the recording of my 'Autumn Songs' performed by Maria Turunen and Armaan Madar! I. Fall, leaves, fall (Emily Brontë) II. An Autumn Sunset (Edith Wharton) III. November Night (Adelaide Crapsey)

FoxedQuarterly: ‘Listen . . .⁠ With faint dry sound,⁠ Like steps of passing ghosts,⁠ The leaves, frost-crisped, break from the trees⁠ And fall.’⁠ ‘November Night’ by Adelaide Crapsey⁠ .⁠ Gary Bunt’s ‘Home’ appeared on the cover of Issue 23 of Slightly Foxed maga…

GSKellas: November Night Listen. . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall. - Adelaide Crapsey

MadeFromRI: “November Night Listen… With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall.” — Adelaide Crapsey Made From RI

NarrativeMag: “November Night,” by Adelaide Crapsey:

POETSorg: Listen. . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall. —Adelaide Crapsey

POETSorg: I watch all night and not one ghost comes forth To take its freedom of the midnight hour. —Adelaide Crapsey

cgronlund: Also, in honor of November, an early [and still] favorite poem: November Night By Adelaide Crapsey Listen. . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall.

poemtoday: Kim Z Dale and Adelaide Crapsey…

slowtech2000: Listen. . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall. Adelaide Crapsey

BobNLestrange: Adelaide Crapsey best expresses some of the things I am feeling right now.

kellyfineman: I want to find a publisher for my picture book biography of poet Adelaide Crapsey, creator of the cinquain.

cowboycoleridge: The Lovers' Chronicle 9 September - weary kind, verse by mac tag - verse by Adelaide Crapsey & Cesare Pavese - art by Israel Abramofsky

NORTHTRENTON: Happy Birthday to Max Reinhardt (d. 1943), Frank Chance (d. 1924), James Agate (d. 1947), Adelaide Crapsey (d. 1914), Arthur Fox (d. 1958), Sergio Osmena (d. 1961), Miriam Licette (d. 1969), Alf Landon (d. 1987), Clem McCarthy (d. 1962) and Colonel Sanders (d. 1980).

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to poet Adelaide Crapsey (September 9, 1878), author of the posthumously published "A study in English metrics" (1918) et al.

kylegarvey: Born today in 1878 = Adelaide Crapsey, American poet. "If it / Were lighter touch / Than petal of flower resting / On grass, oh still too heavy it were, / Too heavy!"

RichardHFay1: November Night BY ADELAIDE CRAPSEY

artdontcare: Youth by Adelaide Crapsey “But me They cannot touch, Old Age and death…the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!”

thebeatpoetryp1: Hear the latest episode featuring "Amaze" and "Niagra" by Adelaide Crapsey.

MarcosC23258945: “Listen … With faint, dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break free from the trees And fall.” - Adelaide Crapsey

HistoricSL: Here’s one of his poems from “The Land of Dreams and other poems” that feels fitting for today’s spring weather. The second poem shows his interest in the works of Adelaide Crapsey, as well as his sense of humor. Happy National Poetry Month!

SandraM24166228: "Sun and wind and beat of sea,Great lands stretching endlessly...Where be bonds to bind the free?All the world was made for me! "Adelaide Crapsey""

TashaLe77343100: "The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep? "Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey"" "TBL"

RachelH49937793: " If illness' end be health regained then I Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I die. "Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey" " OMG100 OMG100 "OMG100"

rlgransden: Adelaide Crapsey

rajoyceUCB: —Adelaide Crapsey, “The Properly Scholarly Attitude”

RichardHFay1: Two of my favorite poems by women poets (two of my favorite poems, PERIOD): "Goblin Market" by Christina Rossetti

Rjshapiro: Gorgeous. I was busy counting syllables to see what form this is. An Adelaide Crapsey? Her name always cracks me up. This is a beauty of beauty.

DinahLenney: TRAPPED Well and If day on day Follows, and weary year On year. . and ever days and years. . Well? —Adelaide Crapsey b. 1878 – d. 1914

Nabanit43270946: "My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word structure. " (Adelaide Crapsey) Welcome Back Aham

RoufBhat_: 'To the Dead in the Graveyard Under My Window' by Adelaide Crapsey How can you lie so still?

isidro_li: These be Three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of one Just dead. — Adelaide Crapsey

isidro_li: These be Three silent things: The falling snow. . the hour Before the dawn. . the mouth of one Just dead. — Adelaide Crapsey

HabbyMomma: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. –Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

platospupil: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. –Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

OccultFan: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. –Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

kevblue777: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. –Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

CarolynNewsom: "Winter Solstice 2020: The First Day of Winter"

lboroenglish: This week's short poem: 'November Night' by Adelaide Crapsey (1878-1914)

HyannisPubLib: November Night BY ADELAIDE CRAPSEY Listen. . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall.

David_Woodbury: November Night By Adelaide Crapsey Listen. . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall.

peace_violin: November Night by Adelaide Crapsey Listen… With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall.

blackseaborn: November Night BY ADELAIDE CRAPSEY Listen. . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall.

blackseaborn: Adelaide Crapsey is the inventor of the cinquain form and a poet whose compressed lyrics "are a remarkable testament of a spirit 'flashing unquenched defiance to the stars" (Boston Transcript) Died at 36. Critics were drawn to Crapsey because she cut a tragic figure.

CyMusiker: Bless the snow. "Look up… From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind…look up, and scent The snow!" Adelaide Crapsey

scaranocarla62: November Night by Adelaide Crapsey

mimiwright: Short & spooky poem for a chilly November night, written by Rochester, NY native Adelaide Crapsey, recognized as the inventor of cinquain poetry

barbmilne: 'November Night' Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914 ) "Listen. .  With faint dry sound,  Like steps of passing ghosts,  The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees  And fall."

KarriFromOregon: poem by Adelaide Crapsey, 1915

SheilaBugal: “Listen … With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break free from the trees And fall.” -Adelaide Crapsey

gondomaralori: No recanto segredo: November Night / Noche de Noviembre. Adelaide. Crapsey..

gondomaralori: No recanto segredo: Trapped / Atrapada. Adelaide Crapsey. 1878 ...

cgronlund: An early fave piece of writing... November Night, by Adelaide Crapsey Listen. . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall.

Stuart_Gardner2: To the Dead in the Graveyard Underneath My Window A poem by Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

publicityspy: "How can you lie so still?[...] I watch all night and not one ghost comes forth To take its freedom of the midnight hour. Oh, have you no rebellion in your bones?" fr “To The Dead in the Graveyard Underneath My Window” by Adelaide Crapsey

randykjr: Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees and fall. ~ Adelaide Crapsey

gondomaralori: No recanto segredo: Amaze/ Asombro Adelaide Crapsey. 1878 - 1914

platospupil: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall. –Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

OccultFan: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall. –Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

TheKilbyJoke: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall. –Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

HabbyMomma: Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall. –Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)

krstnnarisma: Adelaide Crapsey - Oh Lady, Let The Sad Tears Fall Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grief In such soft sigh As hath the wind in gardens where Pale roses die.

Faust89823700: Adelaide Crapsey - Amaze I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.

Faust89823700: Adelaide Crapsey - To Man Who Goes Seeking Immortality Bidding Him Look Nearer Home. Too far afield thy search. Nay, turn. Nay, turn. At thine own elbow potent Memory stands, Thy double, and eternity is cupped In the pale hollow of those ghostly hands.

MelissaDenton_: On seeing weather-beaten trees: Is it as plainly in our living shown, / By slant and twist, which way the wind hath blown?- Adelaide Crapsey

ConradkBarwa: "The Witch" Adelaide Crapsey Why its dangerous to be witch.

EgyMax26_9: 2 of 5 stars to Loneliness by Adelaide Crapsey

_sunilrawat: On seeing weather-beaten trees: Is it as plainly in our living shown, / By slant and twist, which way the wind hath blown? - Adelaide Crapsey, poet

AndyBrookeLmstn: Reference: Adelaide Crapsey, poet (9 September 1878-1914)

kylegarvey: Born today in 1878 = Adelaide Crapsey, American poet. "If it / Were lighter touch / Than petal of flower resting / On grass, oh still too heavy it were, / Too heavy!"

NORTHTRENTON: Happy Birthday to Max Reinhardt (d. 1943), Frank Chance (d. 1924), James Agate (d. 1947), Adelaide Crapsey (d. 1914), Arthur Fox (d. 1958), Sergio Osmena (d. 1961), Miriam Licette (d. 1969), Alf Landon (d. 1987), Clem McCarthy (d. 1962) and Colonel Sanders (d. 1980).

BobNLestrange: Today is the birthday in 1878 of Adelaide Crapsey. She spent a significant portion of her life as an invalid, and some of her best poems come from this period. Here is To the Dead in the Graveyard Underneath My Window

TimMitchell1971: On seeing weather-beaten trees: Is it as plainly in our living shown, / By slant and twist, which way the wind hath blown?- Adelaide Crapsey, poet (9 Sep 1878-1914)

cowboycoleridge: With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary. - Adelaide Crapsey

cowboycoleridge: These be Three silent things: The falling snow…the hour Before the dawn…the mouth of one Just dead. Triad. Adelaide Crapsey

cowboycoleridge: The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep? Adelaide Crapsey

tacobender29: On seeing weather-beaten trees: Is it as plainly in our living shown, By slant and twist, which way the wind hath blown? - Adelaide Crapsey, poet

MonteDutton: On seeing weather-beaten trees: Is it as plainly in our living shown, / By slant and twist, which way the wind hath blown? -- Adelaide Crapsey, poet (9 Sep 1878-1914)

iVTer: On seeing weather-beaten trees: Is it as plainly in our living shown, / By slant and twist, which way the wind hath blown?- Adelaide Crapsey, poet (9 Sep 1878-1914)

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to poet Adelaide Crapsey (September 9, 1878), author of the posthumously published "A study in English metrics" (1918) et al.

rlgransden: Adelaide Crapsey

ClayhangerPress: Adelaide Crapsey says ‘flash unquenched defiance to the stars - enter The Clayhanger Press cinquain competition’

poemtoday: TRAPPED Well and If day on day Follows, and weary year On year…and ever days and years… Well? Adelaide Crapsey

shawnmthrasher: Small poem by Adelaide Crapsey from her book “Verse” (1922) which I downloaded from the Internet Archive (thousands of free books there). Crapsey invented a poetic form, the cinquaine. She sadly died very young.…

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SillamaryMoncy: "Listen ... With faint, dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall." ~Adelaide Crapsey, 1878-1914, November Night

AcademicPro13: A cinquain is a five-line poem that was invented by Adelaide Crapsey. She was an American poet who took her inspiration from Japanese haiku and tanka. A collection of poems, titled Verse, was published in 1915 and included 28 cinquains.

intuitivemary: Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady: Red for the five Wounds of her Son. —Adelaide Crapsey

luciamaac: In the grey of the dawn; and myself Will lay myself straight in my bed, And draw the sheet under my chin. The Lonely Death, Adelaide Crapsey



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