Monday, November 2, 2009

November Night - Adelaide Crapsey

Listen. .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
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  1. MeganNovember 2, 2009 at 11:47 PM

    I love the two periods after listen. Katy and I found this poem online somewhere and the periods were there and I decided that it wasn't a typo, but I really don't know for sure.

    Just too bad about her last name! I think I'd make a pseudonym if my last name was Crapsey.

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  2. KatieNovember 3, 2009 at 7:18 PM

    What an unfortunate last name!

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  3. UnknownNovember 4, 2009 at 11:39 PM

    It looks just like a little fallen leaf. I love small little poems like this. We should do a themed entry with small poems because I know I have a bunch and maybe other people do too?

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