Saturday, November 10, 2012


These be
Three silent things:
The falling snow . . the hour
Before the dawn . . the mouth of one
Just dead.

Just now,
Out of the strange
Still dusk . . as strange, as still . .
A white moth flew. Why am I grown
So cold?

a. Text:  Adelaide Crapsey, Triad (first) and The Warning (second), 1911-13

b. The Hour Before Dawn: Andy Mackay (Link)

c. Illustrations:  Charles Rennie Mackintosh, Four-Poster Bed and Washstand from The White Bedroom at Hous 'Hill, Glasgow (1904)

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