Death

Portrait of William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats 1865–1939

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.

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  1. Engelbert

    It is a very good poem and is very true in my eyes
    truly a joy

  2. tiffany United States

    man has the last say in killing someone and to still but it is all up to the person so yes i do thing that this does tell the truth about the real person we do have the last say.

  3. sarah United Kingdom

    i think this poem is very true and it is a good poem and it really helped me with my project and i like most of his work!!!

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