Death

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.

door William Butler Yeats

tekstbron: Famous Poets and Poems.org
opgenomen in WEEKBLADEN #43 - engelenengels

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