'In our time the destiny of man prevents its meanings
in political terms.'                   -- Thomas Mann.


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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Poet: William Butler Yeats
Poem: Politics
Volume: Last Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1938
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May 18 2004
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