ALL things can tempt me from this craft of verse:
One time it was a woman's face, or worse --
The seeming needs of my fool-driven land;
Now nothing but comes readier to the hand
Than this accustomed toil. When I was young,
I had not given a penny for a song
Did not the poet Sing it with such airs
That one believed he had a sword upstairs;
Yet would be now, could I but have my wish,
Colder and dumber and deafer than a fish.
ALL things can tempt me from this craft of verse - - That's true; many things keep me from writing, also. When I was young, I had not given a penny for a song - - But now I truly appreciate poetry as I have never done before. This poem deserves much higher than the 6.1 rating given by the 44 voters so far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great introspective poem that is meaningful and thought provoking too.