Moon-Shadows
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
Adelaide Crapsey
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
Adelaide Crapsey’s tiny poem uses a single, hushed comparison to think about dying. The speaker imagines that when she is dead, her heart will be as motionless as shadows cast by the moon on a windless night. The mood is calm, even tender—there’s no struggle or dread.
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