Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Under the Harvest Moon - Carl Sandburg

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers. Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
 
 
-I liked the images this poem painted in my mind.
( I also submitted the poem by A.S. Byatt, as well as the poem; She tells Her Love While Half Asleep) Thanks!
 
submitted by: Christie Basile
 
 


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