Posted by admin on Aug 20, 2012 in Books, Poetry |
Robert Nathan’s first book of poetry is adored by readers and critics alike.
The Poet Speaks to His Love Hush, thou, beside my cheek, And do not speak. Love is not all, but let no other word Than love be heard, For as we older grow, Wide wanders wisdom, but the heart beats slow. Cheek beside cheek, Hush, now, nor speak.
CRITICS REVIEW
“In reading Nathan’s ‘Youth Grows Old’ we kept thinking of Bach or Mozart being played on a harpsichord. Nathan has a gentle antique gift for melody.”
New York Times
