William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

Death - Poem by William Butler Yeats

NOR dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone --
Man has created death.

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  • (9/11/2016 5:56:00 AM)

    a good poem of failure and struggle (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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