O'Neill and Sandburg

As I continue my studies this afternoon, I delve into American poets and playwrights, discovering, for example, Eugene O'Neill, writer of "Ah Wilderness", "The Iceman Cometh" (The Gasman Cometh by Flanders and Swann, I knew!) and the father of Oona O'Neill, who, at aged 18, married 54 year old Charlie Chaplain and was promptly disowned. I also explored the poetry of Carl Sandburg, a most prolific author, editor and poet with a face like Clarence the angel who finally gets his wings in It's a Beautiful Life. Amongst a lot of bizarre prose that I cannot make sense of, there are also some very beautiful texts:

Under the Harvest Moon   by: Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

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. More later.... Love, Sarah