Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

Death

THROUGH some strange sense of sight or touch
I find what all have found before,
The presence I have feared so much,
The unknown’s immaterial door.

I seek not and it comes to me;        
The do not know the thing I find:
The fillet of fatality
Drops from my brows that made me blind.

Point forward now or backward, light!
The way I take I may not choose:        
Out of the night into the night,
And in the night no certain clues.

But on the future, dim and vast,
And dark with dust and sacrifice,
Death’s towering ruin from the past
Makes black the land that round me lies.

1. Response
2. Last Days
3. Rembrandts
4. The Three Urgandas
5. Sunset on the River

Lucretia Davidson (Лукреция Дэвидсон) Death ("The destroyer cometh; his footstep is light")

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