<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427723" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Poets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(For Robert Cortez Holliday) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I should live in a forest<br> And sleep underneath a tree,<br>No grove of impudent saplings<br> Would make a home for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd go where the old oaks gather,<br> Serene and good and strong,<br>And they would not sigh and tremble<br> And vex me with a song. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pleasantest sort of poet<br> Is the poet who's old and wise,<br>With an old white beard and wrinkles<br> About his kind old eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For these young flippertigibbets<br> A-rhyming their hours away<br>They won't be still like honest men<br> And listen to what you say. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The young poet screams forever<br> About his sex and his soul;<br>But the old man listens, and smokes his pipe,<br> And polishes its bowl. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There should be a club for poets<br> Who have come to seventy year.<br>They should sit in a great hall drinking<br> Red wine and golden beer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They would shuffle in of an evening,<br> Each one to his cushioned seat,<br>And there would be mellow talking<br> And silence rich and sweet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no peace to be taken<br> With poets who are young,<br>For they worry about the wars to be fought<br> And the songs that must be sung. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the old man knows that he's in his chair<br> And that God's on His throne in the sky.<br>So he sits by the fire in comfort<br> And he lets the world spin by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joyce+Kilmer">Joyce Kilmer</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427723" data-title="Old Poets de Joyce Kilmer" data-description="(For Robert Cortez Holliday) If I should live in a forest And sleep underneath a tree, No grove of impudent saplings Would make a home for me. I'd go where the old oaks gather, Serene and good and strong, And they would not sigh and tremble..."></div> </div> </div>

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