Adelaide Crapsey: Cinquains


Adelaide Crapsey

Fate Defied

As it Were tissue of silver I'll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon. 

Night Winds

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

The Warning

Just now, Out of the strange Still dusk … as strange, as still … A white moth flew …  Why am I grown So cold?