Age And Death Poem by Emma Lazarus

Age And Death

Rating: 3.0


Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend,
Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast.
Life has grown strange and cold, but thou dost bend
Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my rest.
So often hast thou come, and from my side
So many hast thou lured, I only bide
Thy beck, to follow glad thy steps divine.
Thy world is peopled for me; this world's bare.
Through all these years my couch thou didst prepare.
Thou art supreme Love-kiss me-I am thine!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 06 September 2017

Such a sweet and lovely poem...Thanks for posting??????

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Sixtus Unfailingdreams Osim 06 September 2017

It heralds the moaning of one who was in dearth of love. How often we have been away with people who need us most to go yearning for love. A gentle poem with such a sorrowful tone.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 06 September 2017

Beautifully crafted. Thanks and congratulations to her souls for the poem of the day.

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Rajnish Manga 06 September 2017

Thy beck, to follow glad thy steps divine. Thou art supreme Love-kiss me-I am thine! The mysticism or a Sufi philosophy is quite eloquent in the poem. It talks of the divine love. Thanks.

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Anil Kumar Panda 06 September 2017

A well written poem on death. Liked it. Thanks for sharing.

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Vicky Iliaens 06 September 2017

gorgeous touching and harsh poem in fact, how someone could write about such delicate matter in that deep and ' subtile ' way is just stunning... read it once but sure the words stay inside of you for a while, brr creepy: D 10++++

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Seema Sharma Rimi 06 September 2017

Thy beck, to follow glad thy steps divine. Thy world is peopled for me; this world's bare. Through all these years my couch thou didst prepare. Thou art supreme Love-kiss me-I am thine! Nice. 10

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 06 September 2017

Life has grown strange and cold, but thou dost bend Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my rest. So often hast thou come, and from my side So many hast thou lured, I only bide Thy beck, to follow glad thy steps divine. Beautiful lines. Nicely penned. 10

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Anita Aparajita Das 06 September 2017

Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend, Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast. Nice poem. 10

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Edward Kofi Louis 06 September 2017

Strange and cold! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus

New York City / United States
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