Cinquains
1878-1914
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?
DayPoems Poem No. 1507
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1507.html">Cinquains by Adelaide Crapsey</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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