Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)
The Suicide
Here when I have died, And when my body is found, They will bury it by the roadside And in no blessèd ground. And no one my story will tell, And no one will honour my name: They will think that they bury well The damned in their grave of shame. But alike shall be at last The shamed and the blessèd place, The future and the past, Man's grace and man's disgrace. Secure in their grave I shall be From it all, and quiet then, With no thought and no memory Of the deeds and the dooms of men.
Thomas MacDonagh’s other poems:
- To James Clarence Mangan
- Isn’t It Pleasant for the Little Birds
- A Woman
- Dublin Tramcars
- With Only This for Likeness, Only These Words
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