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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHEN I WAS YOUNG, by IRMA TIBBETTS ANDREWS First Line: When I was young, I said I'd never grow Last Line: Like this pressed flower that knew a summer's sun. Subject(s): Aging | |||
When I was young, I said I'd never grow Too fond of life, that I would never keep A thing beyond its use ... but gaily throw It far away when I was done. No sleep To lose for loss of it. No tears to shed ... No sudden wrench of pain would I endure Nor suffer pangs of parting's grief. Instead By cool detachment I'd become secure. Ah yes ... when I was young. But now I'm old Enough to understand life's pattern clear And know that empty hands will strive to hold Fast-fading glory close, by keepsakes dear. Mementos that but speak to only one, Like this pressed flower that knew a summer's sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE GENTLE POET KOBAYASHI ISSA by ROBERT HASS MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND AMOROSA AND COMPANY by CONRAD AIKEN GRAY WEATHER by ROBINSON JEFFERS FROM THE SPANISH by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CORIDON'S SONG (IN ISAAK WALTON'S 'COMPLEAT ANGLER') by JOHN CHALKHILL |
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