The Warning. Poem by Adelaide Crapsey

The Warning.

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JUST now,
Out of the strange
Still dusk . . . as strange, as still . . .
A white moth flew . . . Why am I grown
So cold?

Monday, April 19, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: warning
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