poet Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

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Come

Come, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with outstretched arms to take me,
Come with lips pursed up to cling.

Come, for life is a frail moth flying
Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we two,so warm and eager,
Will be as the gray stones in the grass.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (12/25/2016 12:12:00 PM)

    One year has passed and I am again here reading and appreciating the philosophy of life so beautifully expressed in the poem. Thanks, Sara.

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (12/24/2015 8:55:00 PM)

    Nice configurations about life, its fleeting moments, joys and end of journey. Loved reading it.
    Come, for life is a frail moth flying
    Caught in the web of the years that pass,

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (12/24/2015 7:34:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem with profound meaning. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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  • M Asim NehalM Asim Nehal (12/24/2015 12:20:00 AM)

    And soon we two, so warm and eager,
    Will be as the gray stones in the grass.

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