martes, 13 de marzo de 2012

Y la muerte no tendrá dominio

"Y la muerte no tendrá dominio.
Y las gaviotas no gritarán en los oídos
ni romperán las olas sonoras en las playas;
donde alentó una flor, otra flor tal vez nunca
levante su cabeza a los embates de la lluvia;
y aunque ellos estén locos y totalmente muertos
sus cabezas martillearán en las margaritas;
irrumpirán al sol hasta que el sol sucumba,
y la muerte no tendrá dominio."

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

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 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.

Dylan Thomas

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