Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OF YEARS, by WHILHELMINA T. ROBERTS First Line: It does not matter who you are Last Line: But their strength. Subject(s): Old Age; Time; Youth | ||||||||
It does not matter who you are. As soft leaves are bruised, so are you. If threescore years and ten Were youth for you -- In greater age seek not Respect for your years. Their number, though great, is naught, If they have not also been counted As a drop of wine-swift blood In a blinded soul -- As a moment of startled glory In eternity. It does not matter about Years -- and their length, But their strength. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETWEEN THE WARS by ROBERT HASS THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES ALONG WITH YOUTH by ERNEST HEMINGWAY THE BLACK RIVIERA by MARK JARMAN |
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