On Being Asked For A War Poem By William Butler Yeats

On Being Asked For A War Poem

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.

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