Picture and book remain,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nothing stirs but a mouse.
My temptation is quiet.
Here at life's end
Neither loose imagination,
Nor the mill of the mind
Consuming its rag and bone,
Can make the truth known.
Grant me an old man's frenzy,
Myself must I remake
Till I am Timon and Lear
Or that William Blake
Who beat upon the wall
Till Truth obeyed his call;
A mind Michaek Angeo knew
That can pierce the clouds,
Or inspired by frenzy
Shake the dead in their shrouds;
Forgotten else by mankind,
An old man's eagle mind.
Popular Posts
-
From Robert W. Service Home Page: All works by Robert Service are in the Public Domain; They Are Not Owned by and so Cannot be ... -
Here's a collection of daughter quotes to gently remind yourself, and her; of how precious your daughter RE... -
A Canadian If the white race were not racist; but, even more importantly; if those who are wholly or even partially of the black race,... -
Interestingly, starting with what are probably his two shortest commercially published poems, (The Sunshine Seeks my Little Ro... -
From Robert W. Service Home Page: All works by Robert Service are in the Public Domain; They Are Not Owned by and so Cannot be At...
-
I have observed that there are several websites FALSELY claiming ownership of this article; but, of course, since the original author i... -
Chorus-Bannocks o' bear meal, Bannocks o' barley, Here's to the Highlandman's Bannocks o' barley! Wha, in a bruly...
-
IN CANADA From shadows of rich oaks outpeer The moss-green bastions of the weir, Where the quick dipper forages In elver-people... -
In memory of Robert (Sandy-Sandy-Man) Girvan, my son. A Dad Hurts Too People don’t always see the tears a DAD cries, His ... -
BERLIN --The Christmas truce of the Great War in 1914 was started by a "peace movement" of German soldiers who won over ...
No comments:
Post a Comment