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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. Dublin Tramcars
  2. The Philistine
  3. The Stars Stand up in the Air
  4. On a Poet Patriot
  5. Requies


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