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• Nodes

  The endless, foolish merriment of stars
  Beside the pale cold sorrow of the moon,
  Is like the wayward noises of the world …

  Alice Corbin

• Cinquains - November Night

  Listen.
  with faint dry sound,
  Like steps of passing ghosts, …

  Adelaide Crapsey

• Cinquains - Triad

  These be
  Three silent things:
  The falling snow … the hour …

  Adelaide Crapsey

• Cinquains - Susanna and the Elders

  “why do
  You thus devise
  Evil against her?” “For that …

  Adelaide Crapsey

• Cinquains - The Guarded Wound

  If it
  Were lighter touch
  Than petal of flower resting …

  Adelaide Crapsey

• Cinquains - The Warning

  Just now,
  Out of the strange
  Still dusk … as strange, as still … …

  Adelaide Crapsey

• Cinquains - Fate Defied

  As it
  Were tissue of silver
  I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, …

  Adelaide Crapsey

• The Pledge

  White doves of Cytherea, by your quest
  Across the blue Heaven’s bluest highest air,
  And by your certain homing to Love’s breast, …

  Adelaide Crapsey

• Expenses

  Little my lacking fortunes show
  For this to eat and that to wear;
  Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! …

  Adelaide Crapsey

• Adventure

  Sun and wind and beat of sea,
  Great lands stretching endlessly …
  Where be bonds to bind the free? …

  Adelaide Crapsey

• The Lonely Death

  In the cold I will rise, I will bathe
  In waters of ice; myself
  Will shiver, and shrive myself, …

  Adelaide Crapsey

• Hermes of the Ways

  I
  the hard sand breaks,
  And the grains of it …

  H.D.

• Priapus

  I saw the first pear
  As it fell.
  The honey-seeking, golden-banded, …

  H.D.

• Oread

  Whirl up, sea—
  Whirl your pointed pines.
  Splash your great pines …

  H.D.

• The Garden

  I
  you are clear,
  O rose, cut in rock. …

  H.D.

• Moonrise

  Will you glimmer on the sea?
  Will you fling your spear-head
  On the shore? …

  H.D.

• The Shrine

  I
  are your rocks shelter for ships?—
  Have you sent galleys from your beach, …

  H.D.

• Cloistered

  To-night the little girl-nun died.
  Her hands were laid
  Across her breast; the last sun tried …

  Mary Carolyn Davies

• Songs of a Girl

  I
  perhaps,
  god, planting Eden, …

  Mary Carolyn Davies

• Profits

  Yes, stars were with me formerly.
  (I also knew the wind and sea;
  And hill-tops had my feet by heart. …

  Fannie Stearns Davis

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