Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

My Poet

--My poet the rose of his fancies
Wrought unwritten in verse,
And left but the lilies and pansies
To strew his early hearse.

--The master-dream of your poet
Has perished for ever then?
--What know we? Should we know it
If it were born again? 

1. To a Wise Man
2. The Stars Stand up in the Air
3. Dublin Tramcars
4. Inscription on a Ruin
5. Barbara: Born 24th March, 1915

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