Posté le 4 novembre 2014 - par therhythmofwords

November night

Hello !

       I choose this week a poem by Adelaide Crapsey. Adelaide Crapsey was an American poet. She was born in 1878 in New-York and she died in 1914. (Thus, she dead young whereas she was just thirty-six years old.) She started a teaching career in 1901. She was sadly diagnosed with tuberculosis a short time afterwards. She hid her illness until her death. She didn’t talk about, even with her close family. However, she often wrote about her illness.

She created a new variation on the cinquain influenced by the Japanese haiku. (The cinquain is a form with five lines.) The author presented in the previous article, Carl Sandburg, wrote a poem about her.

       The poem November night is quite short. It is a really evocative one. In my opinion, read or write daily things is enjoyable. Having a such break rests. Furthermore, it lays the emphasize on real sensations instead of considerate it doesn’t matter.

Then, I post you an other poem called “Fall, leaves, fall”. There are similarities between the two. “Fall, leaves, fall” was also written in the nineteenth century. It is about autumn. This time, the poet takes place in the scene. I prefer “November night” for it’s not as lyric as the other.

November Night

Listen. .

With faint dry sound,

Like steps of passing ghosts,

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

And fall.

Adelaide Craspey

Some words :

faint : léger, faible

passing : passager, éphémère

frost : givré

crisped : qui craque

Fall, leaves, fall

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;

Lengthen night and shorten day;

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow

Blossom where the rose should grow;

I shall sing when night’s decay

Ushers in a drearier day.

Emily Brontê