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Poem by Thomas MacDonagh
Death
Life is a boon - and death, as spirit and flesh are twain:
The body is spoil of death, the spirit lives on death-free;
The body dies and its wound dies and the mortal pain;
The wounded spirit lives, wounded immortally.
Thomas MacDonagh
Thomas MacDonagh's other poems:- Of the Man of My First Play
- The Stars Stand up in the Air
- To a Wise Man
- Dublin Tramcars
- Cormac Óg
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Thomas Hood Death ("It is not death, that sometime in a sigh") William Yeats Death ("Nor dread nor hope attend") John Clare Death ("Why should man's high aspiring mind") George Herbert Death ("Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing") Henry Vaughan Death ("'TIS a sad Land, that in one day") James Hunt Death ("Death is a road our dearest friends have gone") Madison Cawein Death ("THROUGH some strange sense of sight or touch") Lucretia Davidson Death ("The destroyer cometh; his footstep is light")
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