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This is an attempt to write a Crapsey cinquain.
Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914) is remembered as the inventor of the cinquain. I think she is a very under-rated poet. Most modern anthologies of American poetry omit her. She has been called "a minor poet of great distinction". She died young, at the age of 36, and all of her mature work was published posthumously.
I love her cinquains. Brief as the lines are, there is music in there. Her cinquains are more of concrete images than emotions. But emotions there are, with tints of mystery, even sinister undertones. That the images are usually lovely and haunting, stark and contrasting, is a hallmark of her work. I have been trying to interpret her poem "Triad", and the opinion may be quite unexpected, but this may be the subject of another post. ;)
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Listen...
The ceiling fan
Whirling slowly above.
In the dark, I hear the blades of
Choppers
10.03.2010
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Are you afraid of spiders, or snakes and cockroaches? Shadows and the dark? Or is it yourself?
-- dsnake1
Shared on Poetry Pantry #209 at Poets United
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2014
Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914) is remembered as the inventor of the cinquain. I think she is a very under-rated poet. Most modern anthologies of American poetry omit her. She has been called "a minor poet of great distinction". She died young, at the age of 36, and all of her mature work was published posthumously.
I love her cinquains. Brief as the lines are, there is music in there. Her cinquains are more of concrete images than emotions. But emotions there are, with tints of mystery, even sinister undertones. That the images are usually lovely and haunting, stark and contrasting, is a hallmark of her work. I have been trying to interpret her poem "Triad", and the opinion may be quite unexpected, but this may be the subject of another post. ;)
baggage
Listen...
The ceiling fan
Whirling slowly above.
In the dark, I hear the blades of
Choppers
10.03.2010
**********
Are you afraid of spiders, or snakes and cockroaches? Shadows and the dark? Or is it yourself?
-- dsnake1
Shared on Poetry Pantry #209 at Poets United
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2014
posted by dsnake1 at 11:09 PM
13 Comments:
A fine piece! Thanks for the FYI
...I know, I hear choppers every where.
As well as for the fear thing? Oil the fan :-)
So glad to see you back with the vagabonds :-)
ZQ
You made me hear the sounds.....
ZQ,
vagabonds? ah, yes! and i forgot. oil the damn fan! :D
Sherry,
thank you! it's meant to evoke the senses, especially the aural type. :)
i hear the sound of darkness moving. ...eerie...
yikes....sounds like a Nam flashback...old warriors, habits die hard...
Oh, indeed ceiling fans are like choppers....I definitely see and feel the parallel in your poem!
only sound..says so much.
very successful write, nice cinquain, have a good Sunday
much love...
Very simple and evocative. I like it.
Sumana,
eerie? it could have been insomnia. :)
Brian,
definitely! Apocalypse Now inspired this. :)
Mary,
glad you did that. :)
Natasa,
in writing this cinquain, i try to bring out what is the sound that is the loudest in a room at night. it may not be the loudest in terms of decibels, but the most overpowering sound.
Gillena,
thank you, nice to see you around. :)
G L Meisner,
thank you for the visit. :)
Very thought provoking. And I enjoy the parallel as well... I had never thought of a ceiling fan similar to chopper blades before. Thank you for the new outlook.
Yes, indeed. I see and feel the proximity.
coordinatedmayhem,
thanks, just my idle mind wandering. :)
Susan,
thank you! even a claustrophobic feeling too, after a few reads. :)
this is one of the more satisfying poems i have written, imo.
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