Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

Death

THROUGH some strange sense of sight or touch
I find what all have found before,
The presence I have feared so much,
The unknown’s immaterial door.

I seek not and it comes to me;        
The do not know the thing I find:
The fillet of fatality
Drops from my brows that made me blind.

Point forward now or backward, light!
The way I take I may not choose:        
Out of the night into the night,
And in the night no certain clues.

But on the future, dim and vast,
And dark with dust and sacrifice,
Death’s towering ruin from the past
Makes black the land that round me lies.

Madison Julius Cawein’s other poems:

  1. After a Night of Rain
  2. Annisquam
  3. At the Ferry
  4. Baby Mary
  5. Before the End

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ)) Death (“It is not death, that sometime in a sigh”)
  • William Yeats (Уильям Йейтс) Death (“Nor dread nor hope attend”)
  • John Clare (Джон Клэр) Death (“Why should man’s high aspiring mind”)
  • George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Death (“Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing”)
  • Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн) Death (“‘TIS a sad Land, that in one day”)
  • James Hunt (Джеймс Хант) Death (“Death is a road our dearest friends have gone”)
  • Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Death (“Life is a boon – and death, as spirit and flesh are twain”)




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