“windy has stormy eyes / that flash at the sound of lies / and windy has wings to fly”

For Poetry Monday, chronologically a little late but still appropriate for this subtropical climate:

November Night, Adelaide Crapsey

Listen …
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.


Crapsey (1878-1914) was a teacher and prosodist as well as poet, and this was first published in her (posthumous) first collection, Verses. The form is a cinquain, a fixed syllabic stanza based on Japanese tanka that she developed in her last year of life, before dying of tuberculosis.

---L.

Subject quote from Windy,” The Association.