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08. Oct 2007

Bald heads forgetful of their sins

     Bald heads forgetful of their sins,	  
     Old, learned, respectable bald heads	  
     Edit and annotate the lines	  
     That young men, tossing on their beds,	  
     Rhymed out in love’s despair	         
     To flatter beauty’s ignorant ear.	  
     They’ll cough in the ink to the world’s end;  
     Wear out the carpet with their shoes	  
     Earning respect; have no strange friend;	  
     If they have sinned nobody knows.	   
     Lord, what would they say	  
     Should their Catullus walk that way?	 
     William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)