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Adelaide Crapsey - CinquainsAdelaide Crapsey - Cinquains
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Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I`ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon. Night Winds The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep? The Warning Just now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as still . . . A white moth flew . . . Why am I grown So cold?
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