Adelaide Crapsey Quotes
Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady...
Show MoreWhen I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphi...
Show MoreWith night's Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.
Why do You thus devise Evil against her?' 'For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.
In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sighing ...
Show MoreSeen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wa...
Show MoreThree grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief must be Wit...
Show MoreIf itWere lighter touchThan petal of flower restingOn grass, oh still too heavy it were,Too heavy!
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep...
Show MoreSea-foam And coral! Oh, I'll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun's Gold fl...
Show MorePeter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. 'Peter, I would pass the gate And come before t...
Show MoreNot thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart's Shed blood.
And the centurion who stood by said: Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go T...
Show MoreEre the horne'd owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there shall Go among the blind brown worms News o...
Show MoreBut me They cannot touch, Old age and death. The strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking And swe...
Show MoreSun and wind and beat of sea,Great lands stretching endlessly...Where be bonds to bind the free?All ...
Show MoreIs it as plainly in our living shown,By which way the wind hath blown?
Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord's mother is weeping, She ha...
Show MoreDost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy th...
Show MoreAs it Were tissue of silver I'll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.
No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabb...
Show MoreIf illness' end be health regained then I Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I die.
Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain...
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