Are not all centuries, like men,
Born hopeful too and gay,
And good for seventy years, but then
Hope slowly seeps away?


Poems 1968–70 (1970)


Are not all centuries, like men, Born hopeful too and gay, And good for seventy years, but then Hope slowly seeps away?

Are not all centuries, like men, Born hopeful too and gay, And good for seventy years, but then Hope slowly seeps away?

Are not all centuries, like men, Born hopeful too and gay, And good for seventy years, but then Hope slowly seeps away?

Are not all centuries, like men, Born hopeful too and gay, And good for seventy years, but then Hope slowly seeps away?