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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.
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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
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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" "
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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