The title is taken from the opening line of 20th-century Irish poet William Butler Yeats' poem "Sailing to Byzantium": 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 unageing intellect It is a cry for the way the young neglect the wisdom of the past and, presumably, of the older generation.
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The title is taken from the opening line of 20th-century Irish poet William Butler Yeats' poem "Sailing to Byzantium":
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
If you mean the movie No Country for Old Men, somebody says it in the course of the film, if memory serves. Jones's character complains about getting old all through the movie, and South Texas is a hard place to stay alive in when you're getting on in years, what with the desert and the heat and the scorpions and the crazy Mexican hitmen running around. It is not (no ) the sort of land