On Being Asked For A War Poem

Poem By William Butler Yeats

I THINK it better that in times like these
A poet's mouth be silent, for in truth
We have no gift to set a statesman right;
He has had enough of medding who can please
A young girl in the indolence of her youth,
Or an old man upon a winter's night.

Comments about On Being Asked For A War Poem

Lovely poem with a clear message about the futility of war. Thanks.


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