Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
When I am old and must remember joy
These are the years to think upon as fierce
And full of sunlight. Now, half man, half boy,
Now create wild memories that pierce
My heart with loveliness, that stir and shake
My blood like running naked in the drift
Of surf and shouting. Now for love I take
Whatever eager lips young girls will lift.
Sudden and perilous exploration
Of the soul I dare in wonder and alone.
With no less careless pride than in frustration
I turn victory pure gold, my own.
Oh, but I shall have richness to remember
When this green summer dies to gray November!