The Monk In The Garden Adelaide Crapsey He comes from Mass early in the morning The sky’s the very blue Madonna wears; The air’s alive with gold! Mark you the way The birds sing and the dusted shimmer of dew On...
The Lonely Death Adelaide Crapsey In the cold I will rise, I will bathe In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands; I will shutter the windows from...
The Fiddler Adelaide Crapsey ‘There’s be no roof to shelter you; You’ll have no where to lay your head. And who will get your food for you? Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fiddle If...
The Event Adelaide Crapsey Lo, how they weave – the imperturbable three Those threads that are my destiny: Steadily at the eternal task they’re bent Industrious . . . indifferent . . . Weave, Fates! And what your spinstry weaves I’ll...
The Cry Of The Nymph To Eros Adelaide Crapsey Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are done. Where the woods are dark and the stream runs clear in the dark, Eros! I prayed...
The Crucifixion Adelaide Crapsey And the centurion who stood by said: Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy sky. Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclipse I...
The Companions Adelaide Crapsey Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief must be With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory. Three grey women walk with me....
Tears Adelaide Crapsey The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the years Of slow eternal crying stain my cheeks. Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me And weep. Never and...
Song Adelaide Crapsey I make my shroud, but no one knows So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows. In door-way where the lilac blows, Humming a little...
Rose-Mary Of The Angels Adelaide Crapsey Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy feet as willing-light Run through Paradise, I wonder, As they run the blue skies under, Willing feet, so airy-light? Little Sister Rose-Marie Will thy voice as bird-note clear Lift and...