Saturday, January 12, 2013

Yet here's a travelled man that knows / What he talks about


Walking into town. Montpellier Retreat, Battery Point. December 2012.

Politics, eh? The distribution of scare resources? Picking sides? Artform? Science?

Maybe poetry holds the answer.

Politics, WB Yeats

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!

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