Adelaide Crapsey (September 9, 1878 – October 8, 1914) was an American poet. Born in Brooklyn, New York, she was raised in Rochester, New York, daughter of Episcopal priest Algernon Sidney Crapsey, who had been transferred from New York City to Rochester, and Adelaide T. Crapsey.
She attended public school in Rochester, and then Kemper Hall, an Episcopal girls' preparatory school in Kenosha, Wisconsin, before entering Vassar College in Poughkeepsie, New York, where she was class poet for three years and editor-in-chief of the Vassarion in 1901, the year she graduated.
That same year her sister Emily died, and Adelaide delayed starting her teaching career for a year. In ... more »
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Adelaide Crapsey Poems
Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver
The Lonely Death
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
Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly… Where be bonds to bind the free?
Hypnos, God of Sleep
The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand.
I know Not these my hands
For Lucas Cranach's Eve
Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and
Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast;
The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew)
As I Went
As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist,
The morning is new and the skies are fresh washed with light, The day cometh in with the sun and I awake laughing.
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land;
The Properly Scholarly Attitude
The poet pursues his beautiful theme; The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream—
'Let me be young,' the Latmian shepherd prayed, 'And let me have on night-time hills long sleep;'
Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare.
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Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Out of the strange
Still dusk . . . as strange, as still . . .
A white moth flew . . . Why am I grown