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in reply to a message by Kate
I hope he grows up to be as great a poet as the Dylan Thomas I am thinking of.
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.
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.
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Dylan Thomas also wrote Under Milkwood
People seem to want to name their sounds Dylan Thomas recently..
People seem to want to name their sounds Dylan Thomas recently..
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*Laughs* That was quite surprising!
I had the feeling that you could let a remark or two fall when I posted some poetry by Dylan Thomas, but this was surprising for sure!
The first part is by far the most fun:
"Wasted dudes naked dey shall be one
Wid de joker in de wind and da damn west moon;"
compared to the original:
"Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;"
I had the feeling that you could let a remark or two fall when I posted some poetry by Dylan Thomas, but this was surprising for sure!
The first part is by far the most fun:
"Wasted dudes naked dey shall be one
Wid de joker in de wind and da damn west moon;"
compared to the original:
"Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;"
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De link dun didn't wo'k, Pavlos! Here ya' go, bro. Dig dis:
And Dead Shall Gots No Dominion
by, dig dis: Dylan Domas
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
Wasted dudes naked dey shall be one
Wid de joker in de wind and da damn west moon;
When deir bones is picked clean and da damn clean bones gone,
Dey shall gots stars at elbow and foot;
Dough dey go mad dey shall be sane,
Dough dey sink drough de sea dey shall rise again;
Dough lovers be lost love shall not;
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
Unda' de windin's uh de sea
Dey lyin' long shall not kick d' cud windily;
Twistin' on racks when sinews cut way,
Strapped t'a wheel, yet dey shall not bust;
Faid in deir hands shall snap in two,
And da damn unico'n evils run dem drough;
Split all ends down dey shan't crack;
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
No mo'e may gulls cry at deir ears
Or waves bust loud on de seasho'es;
Where blew some flowa' may some flowa' no mo'e
Lift its haid t'de blows uh de rain;
Dough dey be mad and wasted as nails,
Haids uh de characters hamma' drough daisies;
Bust in de sun till de sun busts waaay down,
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
And Dead Shall Gots No Dominion
by, dig dis: Dylan Domas
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
Wasted dudes naked dey shall be one
Wid de joker in de wind and da damn west moon;
When deir bones is picked clean and da damn clean bones gone,
Dey shall gots stars at elbow and foot;
Dough dey go mad dey shall be sane,
Dough dey sink drough de sea dey shall rise again;
Dough lovers be lost love shall not;
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
Unda' de windin's uh de sea
Dey lyin' long shall not kick d' cud windily;
Twistin' on racks when sinews cut way,
Strapped t'a wheel, yet dey shall not bust;
Faid in deir hands shall snap in two,
And da damn unico'n evils run dem drough;
Split all ends down dey shan't crack;
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
No mo'e may gulls cry at deir ears
Or waves bust loud on de seasho'es;
Where blew some flowa' may some flowa' no mo'e
Lift its haid t'de blows uh de rain;
Dough dey be mad and wasted as nails,
Haids uh de characters hamma' drough daisies;
Bust in de sun till de sun busts waaay down,
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
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I couldn't resist replying to this one).
This is sweet, maybe you could do a bit of Shakespeare, or some of Poe's stuff... LOL. Or maybe I could talk you into doing some Whitman... *shakes her head* this is more entertaining than Friday night television, by far!
Me
This is sweet, maybe you could do a bit of Shakespeare, or some of Poe's stuff... LOL. Or maybe I could talk you into doing some Whitman... *shakes her head* this is more entertaining than Friday night television, by far!
Me
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