The Mind
In Calm
From Poetical Works (1916): Songs of Myself
The Mind
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.
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MacDonagh, Thomas. “In Calm.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/macdonagh/9/.
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MacDonagh, Thomas. “In Calm.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/macdonagh/9/.
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