Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914) - 2 poems
November Night
Listen. .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
The Lonely Death
In the cold I will rise, I will bathe
In waters of ice; myself
Will shiver, and shrive myself,
Alone in the dawn, and anoint
Forehead and feet and hands;
I will shutter the windows from light,
I will place in their sockets the four
Tall candles and set them a-flame
In the grey of the dawn; and myself
Will lay myself straight in my bed,
And draw the sheet under my chin.
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Women’s Day of Poetry
Saturday November 14, 2009 7:00pm
Come to hear four Bay Area Poets whose poems appeared in the Summer 2009 Issue of Calyx
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Featured Poets:
Dian Duchin Reed
Connie Post
Nancy Cherry
Theresa Whitehill
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All Good Things - Jobe
