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
Superssion of breath;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.
good one Ash, you are so young but so wise..keep writing....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem was written by William Butler Yeats, you should not cheat, Aishwarya. That is bad.