AMAZE (ADELAIDE CRAPSEY CINQUAIN 75)

I know

Not these my hands
 
And yet I think there was
 
A woman like me once had hands
 
Like these.

WHITE ROOM

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)

X MARKS

My tent

A vapour that

The wind dispels and but

As dust before the wind am I

Myself.

Adelaide Crapsey:  SAYING OF IL HABOUL (Guardian of the Treasure of Solomon And Keeper of the Prophet's Armour), Cinquain 1911-13.

FATE DEFIED (ADELAIDE CRAPSEY)

 
As it
Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.