Ocupation: Poet
Life: June 13, 1865 - January 28, 1939
Birthday: June 13
Death: January 28
That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations-at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unaging intellect.
source: "Sailing to Byzantium" l. 1 (1928)
topic: Death, Summer, Country, Mackerel, Byzantium