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The Guarded Wound

Adelaide Crapsey
If it 
Were lighter touch 
Than petal of flower resting 
On grass, oh still too heavy it were, 
Too heavy! 

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Adelaide Crapsey

by this poet

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Every day, 
Every day, 
Tell the hours 
By their shadows, 
By their shadows.
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Listen. . .
With faint dry sound, 
Like steps of passing ghosts, 
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees 
And fall.
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I know 
Not these my hands 
And yet I think there was 
A woman like me once had hands 
Like these.