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.

1. To a Wise Man
2. Of the Man of My First Play
3. The Philistine
4. Averil
5. The Stars Stand up in the Air

Edna Millay (Эдна Миллей) The Suicide ("”Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!")

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