Adelaide Crapsey - November Night

This is a short and lovely - yet sad - poem. I can imagine standing in the woods and hearing the leaves fall, just as she describes in such a succinct way.

 

November Night  
Adelaide Crapsey

Listen. .

With faint dry sound,

Like steps of passing ghosts,

The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees

And fall.

Adelaide Crapsey

Adelaine Crapsey was born in 1878 and died in 1914 at the young age of 36.  Many of her writings centered around death most likely since she was dealing with the knowledge of her own impending death from tuberculosis.  Yet, she passionately pursued her love of the art even in her last days.