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Poem by Thomas MacDonagh


Postscriptum: September 1913


I, Adam, saw this life begin
And lived in Eden without sin,
Until the fruit of knowledge I ate
And lost my gracious primal state.

I, Nero, fiddled while Rome burned:
I saw my empire overturned,
And proudly to my murderers cried--
An artist dies in me! -- and died.

And though sometimes in swoon of sense
I now regain my innocence,
I pay still for my knowledge, and still
Remain the fool of good and ill.

And though my tyrant days are o'er
I earn my tyrant's fate the more
If now secure within my walls
I fiddle while my country falls.



Thomas MacDonagh


Thomas MacDonagh's other poems:
  1. The Song of Joy
  2. In Dread
  3. The Poet Saint
  4. The Seasons and the Leaves
  5. A Dream of Being


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