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PoemAnalysis: ‘Amaze’ by Adelaide Crapsey explores the poet’s hands and the emotions she experiences when she looks at them she sees her mother’s. Visit

kwingajr42: No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!,Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey,barabbas, religious,

William85069848: Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking And sweet.,Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey,joy, laughter, sorrow, tears,

nothingsmonstrd: "To The Dead in the Graveyard Underneath My Window" by Adelaide Crapsey

nberlat: I'd guess this is the only poem ever equally influenced by Tristan Tzara and Adelaide Crapsey. An improbable crossover event! Crapsey invented the cinquain form; five lines, w/ syllables 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 (often in blank verse more or less.)

jlorts: TRIAD These be Three silent things: The falling snow. . the hour Before the dawn. . the mouth of one Just dead. --ADELAIDE CRAPSEY

olneyfriends: Snow Look up… From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind…look up, and scent The snow! -Adelaide Crapsey

heather_nanni: Moon Shadows Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead. ~Adelaide Crapsey

JamesCo12480436: Grain Field BY ADELAIDE CRAPSEY Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for The Eternal: Blue of Our Lady: Red for the five Wounds of her Son.

poemtoday: Adelaide Crapsey and Lady Mary Chudleigh ...

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

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

mombannister: November Night Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall … — 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

Eva21182990: Listen… With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. November Night Adelaide Crapsey (1878-1915)

MomFromZoom: "Listen. . ..." - Adelaide Crapsey Read more here:

PoemsNature70: 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

JohnEWilk: Two really beautiful Autumn / remembrance poems from A poem for Every Day of the Year. The cinquain is by Adelaide Crapsey.

Swedes2Turnips1: 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)

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

heather_nanni: Oh, have you no rebellion in your bones? The very worms must scorn you where you lie, A pallid mouldering acquiescent folk, Meek habitants of unresented graves ~ Adelaide Crapsey Crapsey suffered from tuberculosis & death was often the theme of her work.

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

cgronlund: Ah, November. Time for the obligatory posting of an early favorite poem that still endures for me: 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.

JeffreyJLeBlanc: Best Halloween Horror--Episode 30: Lord Byron & Adelaide Crapsey

WyrdByWord: Night Winds - Adelaide Crapsey

mauriziozaccar8: Listen. . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall. ADELAIDE CRAPSEY

HABlankenstein: My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but As dust before the wind am I Myself. - Adelaide Crapsey

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

nberlat: 28. Adelaide Crapsey

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

kavisriv: Saying of Il Haboul Adelaide Crapsey - 1878-1915 My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but As dust before the wind am I Myself.

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

dsaguinaldo: by Adelaide Crapsey

deannamascle: Saying of Il Haboul by Adelaide Crapsey - Poems |

NonocatNZ: "Burdock, Blue aconite, And thistle and thorn…of these, Singing, I wreathe my pretty wreath O' death." Madness by Adelaide Crapsey

poemtoday: More brief poems by Adelaide Crapsey:-

tardis_sh221b: On Seeing Weather Beaten Trees Is it as plainly in our living shown, By slant and twist, Which way the wind has blown? - Adelaide Crapsey

B_000111_S: “Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn flowers Golden the wheat Gold for the eternal Blue for Our Lady Red for the five Wounds on her son.” - Adelaide Crapsey

perniciouskate: BLUE HYACINTHS In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sighing Of Greece. —Adelaide Crapsey

sgaxelrod: I make my shroud and no-one knows. (Adelaide Crapsey)

fusunckgl: "Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall…" ~Adelaide Crapsey, ‘November Night’.

fusunckgl: "Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall…" ~Adelaide Crapsey, ‘November Night’.

BluebirdClass: In English, we are identifying the features of a Cinquain poem. We are annotating poems by Adelaide Crapsey and are counting out the syllables in each line, trying to spot a pattern.

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"

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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

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