Adelaide Crapsey Quotes
Adelaide Crapsey shares haunting, lyrical snapshots of wind, snow, and silent moments.
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The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?
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These be Three silent things: The falling snow...the hour Before the dawn...the mouth of one Just dead.
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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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I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.
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Artists give us not conclusions but evidence.
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My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.
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Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly... Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!