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.)

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10 comments:

  1. 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

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

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

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  4. 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!

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  5. 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.

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

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  7. 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!

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

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  9. One of my favorites, Karen! I once used the middle line as a striking line for a golden shovel.

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