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English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. In Calm. Томас Макдона.

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

In Calm

Not a wind blows and I have cried for storm!
The night is still and sullen and too bright,
Still and not cold,-- the airs around me warm
Rise, and I hate them, and I hate the night.

Yet I shall hate the day more than the hush
Henceforth forever, as life more than death;--
And I have cried to hear the wild winds rush
To drown my words, to drown my living breath. 

Thomas MacDonagh’s other poems:

  1. Isn’t It Pleasant for the Little Birds
  2. To James Clarence Mangan
  3. A Woman
  4. Dublin Tramcars
  5. In the Storm

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