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DYLAN THOMAS :
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;
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. 

 
 
?I ST?PNIREA MOR?II VA-NCETA 

?i st?pnirea mor?ii va-nceta.
Cei mor?i ?i goi vor fi una
Cu duhul din vrtejul vntului ?i-al lunii la apus;
Cnd oasele li se vor cur??a si curate vor disp?rea,

Vor avea stele la coate ?i stele la picioare, sus;
De?i vor nebuni, vor fi cu mintea clar?
,
De?i nghi?i?i de m?ri, se vor ridica din nou;
De?i aman?ii se vor r?t?ci ?i pierde, dragostea lor — nu;
?i st?pnirea mor?ii va-nceta.

?i moartea se va spulbera.
Sub vrtejurile m?rii
Cei ntin?i n adncuri nu vor muri r?suci?i;
B?l?g?nind-se n crlige cu mu?chii spinteca?i,
Tra?i pe roat?, ei tot nu se vor desmembra;
Credin?a din minile lor va plezni n dou?,
Cnd inorogi diavole?ti i vor str?punge;
Sfrteca?i, ei nu se vor frnge;
?i moartea se va spulbera.

?i st?pnirea mor?ii va-nceta.
Pesc?ru?ii nu vor mai ?ipa n urechile lor
?i nici valurile la malul m?rii nu vor mai urui;
Acolo unde  cndva o floare nflori
Alta nu ?i va mai ridica c?tre ?fichiuirile ploii corola;
De?i vor fi sco?i din min?i ?i mor?i de-a-binelea,
Capetele neca?ilor prin margarete vor izbucni;
For?eaz? soarele pn? ce soarele va exploda,
?i st?pnirea mor?ii va muri!
Romanian version by Mirela Roznoveanu 
2008 Mirela Roznoveanu

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