I questioned Poetry, Say, I said -- What am I, old or young? 'Young as the heart remains,' she smiled -- 'While laughter comes, and song.' Say, am I old or am I young? I asked Philosophy. 'The way that women look at you Should answer that' -- growled he. So, when I claim, by my high blood, A life still young and jolly, Women, with their indifferent looks, Reprove me for my folly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: ANTON SOSNOWSKI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL MY FAMILIAR DREAM by PAUL VERLAINE SONNET: IN ABSENCE FROM BECCHINA by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA INTOXICATION by EMILY DICKINSON |