UNDER THE HARVEST MOON by Carl Sandburg

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips 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.

The first stanza is about death: when it comes, it brings along memories.                      The second stanza is about love. The memories and love cause wonder and curiosity about life and living, and the questions are  beautiful  but unanswerable: no one will ever have the insight to understand.

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