
The poem explores the theme of aging and its effects on one's life. It describes how age brings wisdom, experience, and a sense of calm, but also loss of vitality and physical strength. The speaker reflects on their own aging process, acknowledging both the benefits and drawbacks that come with it.
By Joyce Kilmer · First published 1918 · Genre: Poetry, Romanticism, Lyric · 533 words
With shameless and incessant lust Thy tremulous hot hands are thrust Upon my body's loveliness. O loathsome Age, thy foul caress Puts on my heart a deadly blight, Withers my hair to leprous white, Binds fetters on my eager feet That once on Springtime's road were fleet To bear me to Love's shining goal. Now bitter tides of sorrow roll To drown me in a sea of woe And God looks on, and wills it so!
Give over thy pursuing, Age! Fearest thou not my lover's rage? For he is young and strong of limb, Thou canst not stand a bout with him. Ah, surely he will laugh to see So wan a suitor wooing me. Then with wild scorn his heart will swell And he will fling thee back to hell.
Age Comes a-Wooing is listed on Textopian as a poem by Joyce Kilmer, dated 1918 CE.
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Poetry · Romance · Love · Age · Youth · Beauty · Time · Passage · Life · Experience · Wisdom · Reflection