Death 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.

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Thomas MacDonagh

Thomas MacDonagh

Cloughjordan / Ireland
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