Fate Defied
As it Were tissue of silver I'll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.
Adelaide Crapsey
As it Were tissue of silver I'll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.
Imagine standing up to something as huge and impersonal as fate—not with anger, but with a quiet, almost tender act of imagination. That’s the heart of these few lines. The speaker doesn’t rage against the greyness life hands her.
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