William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water - Poem by William Butler Yeats

I HEARD the old, old men say,
'Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.'
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
I heard the old, old men say,
'All that's beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.'


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001


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