Come Poem by Sara Teasdale
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.
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,
A beautiful poem with profound meaning. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
And soon we two, so warm and eager, Will be as the gray stones in the grass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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One year has passed and I am again here reading and appreciating the philosophy of life so beautifully expressed in the poem. Thanks, Sara.