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Amaze

Adelaide Crapsey
I know 
Not these my hands 
And yet I think there was 
A woman like me once had hands 
Like these. 

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Adelaide Crapsey

by this poet

poem
Listen. . .
With faint dry sound, 
Like steps of passing ghosts, 
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees 
And fall.
poem
Every day, 
Every day, 
Tell the hours 
By their shadows, 
By their shadows.
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Written in a Moment of Exasperation

How can you lie so still? All day I watch 
And never a blade of all the green sod moves 
To show where restlessly you toss and turn, 
And fling a desperate arm or draw up knees 
Stiffened and aching from their long disuse; 
I watch all night and not one ghost comes