And Death Shall Have No Dominion

I think one of the fascinating things about good poetry, is not having an explanation of what the author intended to divine in his words. But it’s still a shame that Mr Thomas being long gone, we can’t go back and ask “what did you mean by this?”. So it’s left up to us, to associate whatever meaning we get from the poetry. This is one I like:

And Death Shall Have No Dominion
by: Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean 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;
Though 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.

Now this one says TONS in such a short, to the point, poem. My kinda guy, D.H. Lawrence.

SELF-PITY – D H LAWRENCE
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
A small bird will drop frozen from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

~Rocket