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174th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 174th Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Also, sign up for the 2012 Fearless Poetry Reading Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Please visit the stops on the 2012 National Poetry Month Blog Tour.

Today’s poem is from Adelaide Crapsey:

November Night

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

What do you think?

  • I love listening to the leaves in the breeze and crunching under my feet, so this poem really worked for me.
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  • I really like how she captures that moment in time. But I want to know more. What does her next moment in time sound like?

  • I like the way the images move between levels of meaning, especially “break” and “fall.”

  • Makes me homesick for autumn in Nebraska. There is a stillness to this poem, to frost-cover nights, that I’m not sure exists in the Phoenix metro/valley. Nothing keeps people indoors here like a hard frost might in Omaha.

  • Crapsey is known mostly for her cinquain poems and her adaptation into a poem that has become known as the American Cinquain. Those poems, including tanka and Haiku are known to be short.

    This particular poem is crisp and short like the moment before the leaves fall from the trees…the last leaves…in their fragile, empty state….the final end of summer and the life that came before it. But in the listening, there is a reverence to that moment. At least that’s what I’ve gathered from her few words.

  • I like it, reminds me of walking down the sidewalk at the end of fall…

  • Beth Hoffman

    This poem captures a magical eye-blink of time and is sublime in every way. I adore it.

  • My reaction is that there isn’t enough there, there. I would want her to keep going.
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