Maxwellpergande

“I make my shroud, but no one knows --
So shimmering fine it is and fair,
With stitches set in even rows,
I make my shroud, but no one knows.

In door-way where the lilac blows,
Humming a little wandering air,
I make my shroud and no one knows,
So shimmering fine it is and fair.”
― Adelaide Crapsey, Verse

“The old
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?”
― Adelaide Crapsey, Verse

“As it
Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O Fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.”
― Adelaide Crapsey, Verse

“I’ve pressed so
far away from
my desire that

if you asked
me what I
want I would,

accepting the harmonious
completion of the
drift, say annihilation,

probably.”
― A.R. Ammons, Brink Road