Friends of Judy
Friends of Judy:
Cinquains
Cinquains
By Adelaide Crapsey
Amaze
I know
Not these my hands
And yet I think there was
A woman like me once had hands
Like these.
November night
Listen…
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.
Susanna and the Elders
“Why do
You thus devise
Evil against her?” “For that
She is beautiful, delicate;
Therefore.”