English poem
A Man Young And Old:- Human Dignity
Like the moon her kindness is, If kindness I may call What has no comprehension in't, But is the same for all As though my sorrow were a scene Upon a painted wall. So like a bit of stone I lie Under a broken tree. I could recover if I shrieked My heart's agony To passing bird, but I am dumb From human dignity.
More by William Butler Yeats
- A Man Young And Old:- First Love
- A Man Young And Old:- From Oedipus At Colonus
- A Man Young And Old:- His Memories
- A Man Young And Old:- His Wildness
- A Man Young And Old:- Summer And Spring
- A Man Young And Old:- The Death Of The Hare
- A Man Young And Old:- The Empty Cup
- A Man Young And Old:- The Friends Of His Youth