William Butler Yeats




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.


spoken = Clay David