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.

John Keats (February 1820-February 1821)

Rest. And you others. . All.
Grave-fellows in
Green place. Here grows
Memorial every spring's
Fresh grass and here
Your marking monument
Was built for you long, long
Ago when Caius Cestius died.

-- Adelaide Crapsey (Rome, 1909)

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)