English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Death. Томас Макдона.

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

Death

Life is a boon - and death, as spirit and flesh are twain:
The body is spoil of death, the spirit lives on death-free;
The body dies and its wound dies and the mortal pain;
The wounded spirit lives, wounded immortally.

Thomas MacDonagh’s other poems:

1. Isn’t It Pleasant for the Little Birds
2. To James Clarence Mangan
3. Dublin Tramcars
4. A Woman
5. For Victory

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”)

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Death (“THROUGH some strange sense of sight or touch”)

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