Welcome to CC furFriend MIDNIGHT
November Night By Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)
Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
Amaze By Adelaide Crapsey
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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(,,) - (,,) - Chloe's coat is almost ready for winter
Crapsey's life was brief, brilliant, and tinged with tragedy. Her work centered primarily on her confrontation with mortality. Diagnosed with tuberculosis of the brain lining in 1911, she nevertheless spent her brief life ardently pursuing her art.
www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/adelaide-crapseyCome visit me, Team RAGDOLL PAWesome PURRsonality #235194, :¦:Chloe:•:(¯`v´¯):•- :208036:¦: & Team CHLOE, a PAWSitively PURRfect NAME #234964.
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