Triad
These be Three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of one Just dead.
Adelaide Crapsey
These be Three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of one Just dead.
Adelaide Crapsey packs a quiet, haunting progression into just five short lines. The speaker names three “silent things” and moves us through them like a slow, held breath. First, the falling snow—soft, muffling, almost peaceful.
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