In the canon
Sailing to Byzantium
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1928
- Pages
- Pages 2
An old man declares his country no place for the ageing, and sails in imagination to a golden city where he can shed the dying animal and become a work of art that sings.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick.
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