Textarchiv - Adelaide Crapsey
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American poet. Born September 9, 1878 in Brooklyn, New York, United States. Died October 8, 1914 in Rochester, New York, United States.
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<div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:text content:encoded"><p>With swift<br />
Great sweep of her<br />
Magnificent arm my pain<br />
Clanged back the doors that shut my soul<br />
From life.</p>
</div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-author field-type-taxonomy-term-reference field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" rel="schema:author"><a href="/adelaide-crapsey" typeof="skos:Concept" property="schema:name" datatype="">Adelaide Crapsey</a></div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-releasedate field-type-number-integer field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:datePublished">1922</div></div></div><span rel="schema:url" resource="/adelaide-crapsey/release" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span><span property="schema:name" content="Release" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span>Mon, 04 Feb 2019 21:10:02 +0000mrbot11655 at https://www.textarchiv.comBirth-moment
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<div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:text content:encoded"><p>Behold her,<br />
Running through the waves,<br />
Eager to reach the land:<br />
The water laps her,<br />
Sun and wind are on her,<br />
Healthy, brine-drenched and young,<br />
Behold Desire new-born;—<br />
Desire on first fulfilment's radiant edge,<br />
Love at miraculous moment of emergence,<br />
This is she,<br />
Who running,<br />
Hastens, hastens to the land.</p>
<p>Look…Look…<br />
Her brown gold hair and lucent eyes of youth,<br />
Her body rose and ivory in the sun…<br />
Look,<br />
How she hastens,<br />
Running, running to the land.</p>
<p>Her hands are yearning and her feet are swift<br />
To reach and hold<br />
She knows not what,<br />
Yet knows that it is life;<br />
Need urges her,<br />
Self, uncomprehended but most deep divined,<br />
Unwilled but all-compelling, drives her on.<br />
Life runs to life.<br />
She who longs,<br />
But hath not yet accepted or bestowed,<br />
All virginal dear and bright,<br />
Runs, runs to reach the land.</p>
<p>And she who runs shall be<br />
Married to blue of summer skies at noon,<br />
Companion to green fields,<br />
Held bride of subtle fragrance and of all sweet sound,<br />
Belovéd of the stars,<br />
And wanton mistress to the veering winds.</p>
<p>Oh, breathless space between:<br />
Womb-time just passed,<br />
Dark-hidden, chaotic-formative, unpersonal,<br />
And individual life of fresh-created force<br />
Not yet begun:<br />
One moment more<br />
Before desire shall meet desire<br />
And new creation start:<br />
Oh breathless space,<br />
While she,<br />
Just risen from the waves,<br />
Runs, runs to reach the land.</p>
<p>(Ah, keenest personal moment<br />
When mouth unkissed turns eager-slow and tremulous<br />
Towards lover's mouth,<br />
That tremulous and eager-slow<br />
Droops down to it:<br />
But breathless space of breath or two<br />
Lies in between<br />
Before the mouth upturned and mouth down-drooped<br />
Shall meet and make the kiss.)</p>
<p>Look…Look…<br />
She runs…<br />
Love fresh-emerged,<br />
Desire new-born…<br />
Blown on by wind,<br />
And shone on by the sun,<br />
She rises from the waves<br />
And running,<br />
Hastens, hastens to the land.</p>
<p>Belovéd and Belovéd and Belovéd,<br />
Even so right<br />
And beautiful and undenied</p>
<p>Is my desire;<br />
Even so longing-swift<br />
I run to your receiving arms.<br />
O Aphrodite!<br />
O Aphrodite, hear!<br />
Hear my wrung cry flame upward poignant-glad....<br />
This is my time for me.<br />
I too am young;<br />
I too am all of love!</p>
</div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-author field-type-taxonomy-term-reference field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" rel="schema:author"><a href="/adelaide-crapsey" typeof="skos:Concept" property="schema:name" datatype="">Adelaide Crapsey</a></div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-releasedate field-type-number-integer field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:datePublished">1922</div></div></div><span rel="schema:url" resource="/adelaide-crapsey/birth-moment" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span><span property="schema:name" content="Birth-moment" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span>Sun, 03 Feb 2019 21:10:09 +0000mrbot11629 at https://www.textarchiv.comMadness
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<div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:text content:encoded"><p>Burdock,<br />
Blue aconite,<br />
And thistle and thorn…of these,<br />
Singing, I wreathe my pretty wreath<br />
O' death.</p>
</div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-author field-type-taxonomy-term-reference field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" rel="schema:author"><a href="/adelaide-crapsey" typeof="skos:Concept" property="schema:name" datatype="">Adelaide Crapsey</a></div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-releasedate field-type-number-integer field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:datePublished">1922</div></div></div><span rel="schema:url" resource="/adelaide-crapsey/madness" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span><span property="schema:name" content="Madness" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span>Sat, 02 Feb 2019 21:10:02 +0000mrbot11621 at https://www.textarchiv.comNight Winds
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<div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:text content:encoded"><p>The old<br />
Old winds that blew<br />
When chaos was, what do<br />
They tell the clattered trees that I<br />
Should weep?</p>
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<div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:text content:encoded"><p>As it<br />
Were tissue of silver<br />
I'll wear, O fate, thy grey,<br />
And go mistily radiant, clad<br />
Like the moon.</p>
</div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-author field-type-taxonomy-term-reference field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" rel="schema:author"><a href="/adelaide-crapsey" typeof="skos:Concept" property="schema:name" datatype="">Adelaide Crapsey</a></div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-releasedate field-type-number-integer field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:datePublished">1922</div></div></div><span rel="schema:url" resource="/adelaide-crapsey/fate-defied" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span><span property="schema:name" content="Fate Defied" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span>Wed, 30 Jan 2019 21:10:09 +0000mrbot11623 at https://www.textarchiv.comAvis
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<div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:text content:encoded"><p>Avis, the fair, at dawn<br />
Rose lightly from her bed,<br />
Herself arrayed.<br />
Avis, the fair, the maid,<br />
In vestiment of lawn;<br />
Across the fields she sped,<br />
Five flowerets there she found,<br />
In fragrant garland wound,<br />
Avis, the fair, at dawn,<br />
Five roses red.</p>
<p>Go thou from thence of thy pity!<br />
Thou lovest not me.</p>
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<div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:text content:encoded"><p>More dim than waning moon<br />
Thy face, more faint<br />
Than is the falling wind<br />
Thy voice, yet do<br />
Thine eyes most strangely glow,<br />
Thou ghost… thou ghost.</p>
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<div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:text content:encoded"><p>Not Spring's<br />
Thou art, but her's,<br />
Most cool, most virginal,<br />
Winter's, with thy faint breath, thy snows<br />
Rose-tinged.</p>
</div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-author field-type-taxonomy-term-reference field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" rel="schema:author"><a href="/adelaide-crapsey" typeof="skos:Concept" property="schema:name" datatype="">Adelaide Crapsey</a></div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-releasedate field-type-number-integer field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:datePublished">1922</div></div></div><span rel="schema:url" resource="/adelaide-crapsey/arbutus" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span><span property="schema:name" content="Arbutus" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span>Sat, 26 Jan 2019 21:10:09 +0000mrbot11631 at https://www.textarchiv.comMad Song
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<div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:text content:encoded"><p>Grey gaolers are my griefs<br />
That will not let me free;<br />
The bitterness of tears<br />
Is warder unto me.</p>
<p>I may not leap or run;<br />
I may nor laugh nor sing.<br />
"Thy cell is small," they say,<br />
"Be still thou captived thing."</p>
<p>But in the dusk of the night,<br />
Too sudden-swift to see,<br />
Closing and ivory gates<br />
Are refuge unto me.</p>
<p>My griefs, my tears must watch,<br />
And cold the watch they keep;<br />
They whisper, whisper there—<br />
I hear them in my sleep.</p>
<p>They know that I must come,<br />
And patient watch they keep,<br />
Whispering, shivering there,<br />
Till I come back from sleep.</p>
<p>But in the dark of a night,<br />
Too dark for them to see,<br />
The refuge of black gates<br />
Will open unto me.</p>
<p>Whisper up there in the dark…<br />
Shiver by bleak winds stung…<br />
My dead lips laugh to hear<br />
How long you wait…how long!</p>
<p>Grey gaolers are my griefs<br />
That will not let me free;<br />
The bitterness of tears<br />
Is warder unto me.</p>
</div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-author field-type-taxonomy-term-reference field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" rel="schema:author"><a href="/adelaide-crapsey" typeof="skos:Concept" property="schema:name" datatype="">Adelaide Crapsey</a></div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-releasedate field-type-number-integer field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:datePublished">1922</div></div></div><span rel="schema:url" resource="/adelaide-crapsey/mad-song" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span><span property="schema:name" content="Mad Song" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span>Sat, 26 Jan 2019 21:10:02 +0000mrbot11657 at https://www.textarchiv.comAdventure
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<div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:text content:encoded"><p>Sun and wind and beat of sea,<br />
Great lands stretching endlessly…<br />
Where be bonds to bind the free?<br />
All the world was made for me!</p>
</div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-author field-type-taxonomy-term-reference field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" rel="schema:author"><a href="/adelaide-crapsey" typeof="skos:Concept" property="schema:name" datatype="">Adelaide Crapsey</a></div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-releasedate field-type-number-integer field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:datePublished">1922</div></div></div><span rel="schema:url" resource="/adelaide-crapsey/adventure" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span><span property="schema:name" content="Adventure" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span>Fri, 25 Jan 2019 21:10:09 +0000mrbot11635 at https://www.textarchiv.com