Adelaide Crapsey quotes

Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall. (Adelaide Crapsey)
My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure. View quote
Adelaide Crapsey
I knowNot these my handsAnd yet I think there wasA woman like me once had handsLike these. View quote
Adelaide Crapsey
The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep? View quote
Adelaide Crapsey
These be Three silent things: The falling snow...the hour Before the dawn...the mouth of one Just dead. View quote
Adelaide Crapsey