Monday, October 28, 2013

beautiful, unanswerable questions

"Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drops shimmering
Over the 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."

Carl Sandburg, Under the Harvest Moon

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