William Butler Yeats Poems >>
Politics

‘In our time the destiny of man prevents its meanings
in political terms.’ — Thomas Mann.

How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Yet here’s a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there’s a politician
That has read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war’s alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms!

(William Butler Yeats)

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