Born thirty years ago I've traveled countless miles along rivers where the green rushes swayed to the frontier where the red dust swirled I've made elixirs and tried to become immortal I've read the classics and written odes and now I've retired to Cold Mountain to lie in a stream and wash out my ears | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I HAVE SEEN THE SPRING' by SARA TEASDALE THE DEIL'S AWA WI' TH' EXCISEMAN by ROBERT BURNS SOME EYES CONDEMN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS YOUTH, DAY, OLD AGE AND NIGHT by WALT WHITMAN MARIZIBILL by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE COLOSSI OF THE PLAIN by MATHILDE BLIND THE EVENING OF THE YEAR by MATHILDE BLIND TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY MEMORY OF THE FAIREST AND MOST VIRTUOUS LADY by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |