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And death shall have no dominion

by Dylan Thomas

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Drawing the boundary…

To-Day

by Mary Webb

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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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.

To-Day

by Mary Webb

Beyond the darkling sea if no fair shore
Lies, where low flutes play, where the bitter surf
Is all forgotten, and the deep sea roar;
Behind the towering, granite hill of death
If no green crown of smooth, untrodden turf
Welcomes us where the long-lashed daisies eye
The sun so ardently they cannot die,
And the wind sleeps beneath the orchard breath:

Then not for us the fugitive and fond
Dream of a following music, harmonies
Made from the human discord; for beyond
Is mist, and a voice crying — All is over!
Here is our heaven, in one another's eyes,
In children's silver laughter. Here and now
Ripe scarlet apples bend the golden bough,
The bees' low roar is in the purple clover.

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