Under the Harvest Moon by Carl Sandburg

1. February 2010, 19:26 Uhrcarl sandburgrinabeana

The moon has been especially beautiful the last few nights (and mornings) when it’s been clear enough to see it. I like the images of Death as a beautiful friend and Love as the asker of unanswerable questions.

Under the Harvest Moon
By 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.

4 comments:

  1. Tara, 1. February 2010, 20:25

    I am so, so happy to discover your lovely blog. I found it via doing research on Amy Lowell for a short biography I am writing on her [for the Modernist Journals Project]. You have such a lovely collection of poets here, and so many I need to learn more about!
    Cheers,
    Tara

     
  2. rinabeana, 2. February 2010, 4:38

    Tara,

    Thanks for commenting! Good luck with your biography.

     
  3. Amson, 4. February 2010, 15:09

    It is always a pleasure to visit here with my morning cup of tea. Such a wonderful way to start the day.

     
  4. rinabeana, 4. February 2010, 21:00

    I’m so glad you enjoy the site!

     

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