Friday, November 08, 2019

Poetry Friday: November Night

Did I say I was finished with fall poems? 
I lied. 

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.

(This poem is in the public domain.)



Irene Latham said...

Karen, there are so many November poems to love! And THIS one... I used a line from it to help create a cento in my forthcoming book with Charles Waters DICTIONARY FOR A BETTER WORLD. :) :) :) So yes, I really do love it. Thank you for sharing! xo

Tabatha said...

Happy to be reading Adelaide Crapsey again. "Frost-crisp'd" ♥️

jama said...

Oh, lovely!!

Molly Hogan said...

This poem is a perfect example of the power of a few well-selected words. Love it!

Linda B said...

I'd love to share this every year, Karen. It is wonderful again and again. FYI, I chose a similar pic for today's PF!

Kimberly Hutmacher said...

Karen, if only my tree could hear you. My tree is always the last to lose its leaves on my street. I will be out in mid-December raking.

Cheriee Weichel said...

Thank you for this introduction to the work of Adelaide Crapsey. I adore this poem.

Karen Edmisten said...

Irene, I can't wait to see DICTIONARY FOR A BETTER WORLD! And yes, so many wonderful November poems to share. :)

Kimberly, the tree in our backyard needs to hear this message, too. We, too, are always raking mid-December. Brrrrr! :)

Thank you, all, for stopping by!

GatheringBooks said...

Oooh, that last line - while expected still packs a punch.