November Night Poem by Adelaide Crapsey

November Night

Rating: 3.0


Listen . . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anna Rozanska 06 October 2020

I think the poem is awesome, but the way it is read / recited in the recording is horrendous.

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