"Very Old Man" is an 1854 poem by Irish scholar and poet James Henry. The speaker (the very old man of the title) compares his life at age 70 with his memories of being a toddler. He still has hopes and fears about the unknown, just as he did in childhood, only now he lacks the physical and mental strength to explore the world around him. The speaker senses his world shrinking and death fast approaching, with little hope of any neat conclusion or resolution. The poem implicitly questions the purpose of life, offering no false comfort in the process.
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1I well remember how some threescore years
2And ten ago, a helpless babe, I toddled
3From chair to chair about my mother's chamber,
4Feeling, as 'twere, my way in the new world
5And foolishly afraid of, or, as 't might be,
6Foolishly pleased with, th' unknown objects round me.
7And now with stiffened joints I sit all day
8In one of those same chairs, as foolishly
9Hoping or fearing something from me hid
10Behind the thick, dark veil which I see hourly
11And minutely on every side round closing
12And from my view all objects shutting out.
1I well remember how some threescore years
2And ten ago, a helpless babe, I toddled
3From chair to chair about my mother's chamber,
4Feeling, as 'twere, my way in the new world
5And foolishly afraid of, or, as 't might be,
6Foolishly pleased with, th' unknown objects round me.
7And now with stiffened joints I sit all day
8In one of those same chairs, as foolishly
9Hoping or fearing something from me hid
10Behind the thick, dark veil which I see hourly
11And minutely on every side round closing
12And from my view all objects shutting out.
I well remember how some threescore years
And ten ago, a helpless babe, I toddled
From chair to chair about my mother's chamber,
Feeling, as 'twere, my way in the new world
And foolishly afraid of, or, as 't might be,
Foolishly pleased with, th' unknown objects round me.
And now with stiffened joints I sit all day
In one of those same chairs, as foolishly
Hoping or fearing something from me hid
Behind the thick, dark veil which I see hourly
And minutely on every side round closing
And from my view all objects shutting out.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
James Henry Biography — Learn more about the poet's life over at the Dictionary of Irish Biography.
The New Oxford Book of Victorian Verse — Check out the seminal 1987 anthology in which a handful of Henry's poems were published.
Christopher Ricks on Henry — Literary critic Christopher Ricks talks about discovering Henry's work while compiling an anthology of Victorian poetry.
Henry's Poetry and Philosophy — Poet David Wheatley discusses Henry's neglected poetry and his views on religion.