greykit.poetry — #youth
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1896
[a-e-housman]
To an Athlete Dying Young
A Shropshire lad mourns a young runner carried home shoulder-high in triumph, and again shoulder-high in death — lucky, Housman suggests, to slip away before the garland withers and the name outlives the fame.
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1896
[a-e-housman]
When I was one-and-twenty
A young man ignores the wise man's counsel to keep his heart free — and finds out at two-and-twenty that 't is true, 't is true.
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1896
[a-e-housman]
With rue my heart is laden
Eight lines for the golden friends and the light-foot boys and rose-lipt girls, laid by brooks too broad for leaping and in fields where roses fade.