Dylan Thomas
And death shall have
no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind
and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clen bones
gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they
shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise
again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no
dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the
sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews
give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their
hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all
ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death
shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break
loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its
head to the blows of the rain;
Through they be mad and dead as
nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun
till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.