Politics
‘In our time the destiny of man prevents its meanings
In political terms.’ Thomas Mann.
How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Yet here’s a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there’s a politician
That has read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war’s alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms!
Similar poems:
- The Fascination Of What’s Difficult The fascination of what’s difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content […]...
- Mohini Chatterjee I asked if I should pray. But the Brahmin said, ‘pray for nothing, say Every night in bed, ‘I have […]...
- For Anne Gregory ‘Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself […]...
- An Appointment Being out of heart with government I took a broken root to fling Where the proud, wayward squirrel went, Taking […]...
- The Leaders Of The Crowd They must to keep their certainty accuse All that are different of a base intent; Pull down established honour; hawk […]...
- The Dolls A doll in the doll-maker’s house Looks at the cradle and bawls: ‘That is an insult to us.’ But the […]...
- Red Hanrahan’s Song About Ireland The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, Under a bitter black wind that blows from the […]...
- The Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines I walked among the seven woods of Coole: Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond Gathers the wild duck from the winter […]...
- Tom The Lunatic Sang old Tom the lunatic That sleeps under the canopy: ‘What change has put my thoughts astray And eyes that […]...
- King And No King ‘Would it were anything but merely voice!’ The No King cried who after that was King, Because he had not […]...
- Sailing To Byzantium I That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees – Those […]...
- Presences This night has been so strange that it seemed As if the hair stood up on my head. From going-down […]...
- The Song Of The Old Mother I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow; And […]...
- Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I. ‘Those breasts are flat and fallen now, […]...
- The Apparitions Because there is safety in derision I talked about an apparition, I took no trouble to convince, Or seem plausible […]...
- The Lady’s First Song I turn round Like a dumb beast in a show. Neither know what I am Nor where I go, My […]...
- The Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus Behold that great Plotinus swim, Buffeted by such seas; Bland Rhadamanthus beckons him, But the Golden Race looks dim, Salt […]...
- Who Goes With Fergus? Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? […]...
- In The Seven Woods I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees Hum in the […]...
- The Song Of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel […]...
- The Peacock What’s riches to him That has made a great peacock With the pride of his eye? The wind-beaten, stone-grey, And […]...
- The Fiddler Of Dooney When I play on my fiddle in Dooney. Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest […]...
- Upon A Dying Lady I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red […]...
- The Black Tower Say that the men of the old black tower, Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds, Their money spent, […]...
- The Three Monuments They hold their public meetings where Our most renowned patriots stand, One among the birds of the air, A stumpier […]...
- Beautiful Lofty Things Beautiful lofty things: O’Leary’s noble head; My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd: ‘This Land of […]...
- Meditations In Time Of Civil War I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man’s flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without […]...
- Her Praise She is foremost of those that I would hear praised. I have gone about the house, gone up and down […]...
- Three Things ‘O cruel Death, give three things back,’ Sang a bone upon the shore; ‘A child found all a child can […]...
- A First Confession I admit the briar Entangled in my hair Did not injure me; My blenching and trembling, Nothing but dissembling, Nothing […]...