Death a poem
by William Butler Yeats
Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.
2 comments:
Very deep! I had to read it again to grasp many meanings to this.
I though it suited the crises in Lebanon at the minuet.
btw ty for coming to my blog its nice to see you here.
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