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Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)


The Philistine


I gave my poems to a man,
Who said that they were very great--
They showed just how my love began
And ended, but too intimate

To give to read to every one.
I took my book and left him there,
And went out where the sinking sun
Was calling stars into the air.

He thought that I had let them look
Privily in behind the bars,
Had sold my secret with a book--
I cursed him and I cursed the stars. 



Thomas MacDonagh's other poems:
  1. To Eoghan
  2. Death in the Woods
  3. Inscription on a Ruin
  4. A Season Of Repose
  5. Uber Allen Gipfellen Ist Ruh


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