Saturday, February 11, 2012

Weary Poem

"X" from Housman's Last Poems (1922)

Could man be drunk forever

With liquor, love, or fights,

Lief should I rouse at morning

And lief lie down of nights.

But men at whiles are sober

And think by fits and starts,

And if they think, they fasten

Their hands upon their hearts.

1 comment:

BorderWars said...

Lief is a wonderful word.