I like old things…and my fave poem is 1000 years old – an ancient Irish nature poem from around 900AD translated by Kuno Meyer in the early 1900s:
My tidings for you: the stag bells,
Winter snows, summer is gone.
Wind high and cold, low the sun,
Short his course, sea running high.
Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone,
The wild-goose has raised his wonted cry.
Cold has caught the wings of birds;
Season of ice – these are my tiding
A true example of eloquence – saying so much with so few words.