Men at Forty
Men at
Learn to close
The doors to rooms they will not
Coming back to
Men at
Learn to close
The doors to rooms they will not
Coming back to
The men who camp with
Are mostly quiet men:
And one may use a rifle,
And one may use a pen,
I put my foot in cold waterand hold it there: early morningsthey had to wade through broken iceto find the traps in the deep channelwith their hands, drag up the chains andthe drowned beaver
The slow currentof the life below tugs at me all da...
WE
ED as boys o’er worked-out ground By littered fiat and muddy stream,
We watched the whim horse trudging round, And rode upon the circling beam,
Within the old uproarious mill Fed mad, insatiable stamps,
First Old Man He threw his crutched stick down: there came Into his face the anger flame,
And he spoke viciously of one Who thwarted him—his son’s son
He turned his head away
—“I hate Absurdity of language, prate From growing fellows
Thirty today,
I
The trees flare briefly
The candles upon a cake As the sun went down the sky,
Their homage men pay to the mowing
Which does all the work of a dozen as one,
And, cutting a passageway smoothly and keen,
Keeps steadily on till its labor is done;
Males perverse, schooled to condemn Women by your witless laws, Though forsooth you are prime
Of that which you blame in them:
If with unexampled care You solicit their disdain, Will your fair words ease their pain,
When you ruthles...
Men of superior mind busy themselves first getting at the root of things; when they succeed, the right course is open to them
On the black gallows, one-armed friend,
The paladins are dancing,
The lean, the devil's
The skeletons of Saladins
usne sukuut-e-shab meN bhii apnaa payaam rakh diyaahijr kii raat baam par maah-e-tamaam rakh diyaaaamad-e-dost kii naviid kuu-e-vafaa meN aam thiimaiN ne bhii ik chiraaG saa dil sar-e-shaam rakh diyaashiddat-e-tishnagii meN bhii Ghairat-e-maikashi...
The short hour's halt is ended,
The red gone from the west,
The broken wheel is mended,
And the dead men laid to rest