Born thirty years ago I've traveled countless miles along rivers where the green rushes swayed to the frontier where the red dust swirled I've made elixirs and tried to become immortal I've read the classics and written odes and now I've retired to Cold Mountain to lie in a stream and wash out my ears | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY THE HOUSEKEEPER by CHARLES LAMB THE SUPPLIANTS: THE WORLD'S HARMONIOUS PLAN by AESCHYLUS EAGER SPRING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY ENVOI by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB DECEMBER'S GIFT by DEBRA BRUCE LES MORTS VONT VITE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: THURSDAY by JOHN BYROM |