Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OLD AGE, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: It may be, when this city of the nine gates Last Line: Which god may have grown tired of reckoning, Subject(s): Old Age | ||||||||
It may be, when this city of the nine gates Is broken down by ruinous old age, And no one upon any pilgrimage Comes knocking, no one for an audience waits, And no bright foraging troop of bandit moods Rides out on the brave folly of any quest, But weariness, the restless shadow of rest, Hoveringly upon the city broods; It may be, then, that those remembering And sleepless watchers on the crumbling towers Shall lose the count of the disastrous hours Which God may have grown tired of reckoning, | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT EIGHTY I CHANGE MY VIEW by DAVID IGNATOW FAWN'S FOSTER-MOTHER by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE DEER LAY DOWN THEIR BONES by ROBINSON JEFFERS OLD BLACK MEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A WINTER ODE TO THE OLD MEN OF LUMMUS PARK, / MIAMI, FLORIDA by DONALD JUSTICE AFTER A LINE BY JOHN PEALE BISHOP by DONALD JUSTICE TO HER BODY, AGAINST TIME by ROBERT KELLY SONG FROM A COUNTRY FAIR by LEONIE ADAMS NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |
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