Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

Postscriptum: September 1913

I, Adam, saw this life begin
And lived in Eden without sin,
Until the fruit of knowledge I ate
And lost my gracious primal state.

I, Nero, fiddled while Rome burned:
I saw my empire overturned,
And proudly to my murderers cried--
An artist dies in me! -- and died.

And though sometimes in swoon of sense
I now regain my innocence,
I pay still for my knowledge, and still
Remain the fool of good and ill.

And though my tyrant days are o'er
I earn my tyrant's fate the more
If now secure within my walls
I fiddle while my country falls.

Thomas MacDonagh’s other poems:

  1. To James Clarence Mangan
  2. Isn’t It Pleasant for the Little Birds
  3. A Woman
  4. Dublin Tramcars
  5. Quando Ver Venit Meum?




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