I've shared this one before but it's always worth a re-share.
Maisy thinks so too:
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| "Adelaide Crapsey? Inventor of the cinquain? Oh, yes, please, I'd love that." |
November Night
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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12 comments:
Maisy is one smart cat. I too love that poem! Thank you. xo
Shiver! I just LOVE Adelaide Crapsey. What a shame she died so young.
Sublimity in a small space. Love the poem, and Maisy is over-the-top with her cuteness.
Irene, yes, it's true — I rely on Maisy's input and smarts quite a bit. :) xo
Tabatha, yes, it is so sad that she died so young. In her mid-30s, I think. She was immensely talented.
Jama, we are smitten by that cuteness overload too. :) And I love that: "sublimity in a small space." Yes!
The classic, the original, the best cinquain! (Wait, is that a cinquain? I always associate her with cinquains.) Thanks for the refreshment.
This is quite serendipitous, Karen! Just this week I came across "November Night" in the anthology FIREFLY JULY. I had notes on it from a day in October, too! This time I copied out the whole poem in my notebook because I like it so much. I love her attention to sound, especially. I also like how she starts with an invitation - Listen!
::happy sigh::
And now the season can properly begin. This is just the BEST poem.
The perfect poem for today as we have had quite the fall storm.
Karen, the poem has strong sensory elements. I really enjoyed it. Brief, but beguiling. Loved the poet's name as well.
I keep this to read every November, a beautiful, beautiful poem for sure, Karen. I've raked & raked, then snow came Thursday, now more have carpeted my lawn. I'll be out there again today, listening to "that faint dry sound" as the sun warms us up. Thanks!
This is one of my favorite fall poems. I love my early morning walks in the dark when the only sound is leaves falling one by one.
Hi, Heidi — yes, it's a cinquain!
Rose, it's definitely a keeper and I love that serendipity.
Tanita, the season is now in session!
Jone, sounds like you're feeling the frost (or more than frost?)
Alan, "brief but beguiling" is spot on.
Linda, I love your November tradition with this poem! Happy raking.
Mary Lee, there's nothing like the isolation of that sound early in the morning. That's lovely.
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