Several years ago, I became interested in the cinquain, a deceptively simple verse form invented (or, rather refined) around a hundred years ago by a poet who died too young. The poet’s name was Adelaide Crapsey, and part of my interest was simply that my mother’s name was Adelaide, and I’d never known a poet by that name.
The talented Ms. Crapsey was diagnosed with tuberculosis of the brain at the age of 32, and died a few years later. All of her later work is focused on the idea of approaching death. The following cinquain, to which I have given a title in the Crapsey manner, was written in her honor:
Once, I cowered.
Now, I give anxiety
Another name; I turn my head