They say that dead men tell no tales!
Except of barges with red sails
And sailors mad for nightingales;
Except of jongleurs stretched at ease
Beside old highways through the trees;
Except of dying moons that break
The hearts of lads who lie awake;
Except of fortresses in shade,
And heroes crumbled and betrayed.
But dead men tell no tales, they say!
Except old tales that burn away
The stifling tapestries of day:
Old tales of life, of love and hate,
Of time and space, and will, and fate.
This is too wonderful. Of a truth the dead tale tell tales through their past acts or deeds
Superb, loved the surrealistic imagery and the wonderful rhyms. A poem not to forget
Though I knew of the title DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES, I did not know it was the title of a HANIEL LONG poem and now that I know, I enjoy both it and the poem very much. Robert Burns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't they? ? ? They tell no lies Except.... and the list never ends