Y EL ÓBOLO BAJO LA LENGUA

                         In

                     The spin

                   Of the sun

                In the spuming

             Cyclone of his wing

          For I was lost who am

Crying at the man drenched throne

        In the first fury of his stream

      And the lightnings of adoration

Back to black silence melt and mourn

      For I was lost who have come

         To dumbfounding haven

             And the finding one

              And the high noon

                 Of his wound

                     Blinds my

                         Cry.

Dylan Thomas

Y EL ÓBOLO BAJO LA LENGUA

AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION

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;

Ant 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.