Adelaide Crapsey


The Monk In The Garden - Poem by Adelaide Crapsey

He comes from Mass early in the morning
The sky's the very blue Madonna wears;
The air's alive with gold! Mark you the way
The birds sing and the dusted shimmer of dew
On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, what a day!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010



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