Potted Flowers with Books IV Eric Barjot The Scholars Bald heads forgetful of their sins, Old, learned, respectable bald heads Edit and annotate the lines That young men, tossing on their beds, Rhymed out in love's despair To flatter beauty's ignorant ear. All shuffle there; all cough in ink; All wear the carpet with their shoes; All think what other people think; All know the man their neighbour knows. Lord, what would they say Did their Catullus walk that way? William Butler Yeats (13th June 1865 - 28th January 1939) |
Thursday 2 October 2014
The Thursday Poem
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