Thomas MacDonagh

(1 February 1878 - 3 May 1916 / Cloughjordan / Ireland)

Catullus : V. - Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

Let us live and let us love,
Lesbia, caring not a curse
For the prate of Sour old men.
Suns may set and rise again;
But for us, when our brief light
Once is set, waits one sheer night
To be spent in single slumber.

Give me a thousand kisses, love,
Then a hundred, -- then rehearse,
Thousand, hundred, till they mount
Millions -- and then blot the count;
Lest we know, -- or some sore devil
Over-look and bring us evil,
Knowing all our kisses' number.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 20, 2010

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