Dylan Marlais Thomas
(1914 –1953)
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And Death Shall Have No Dominion
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead man 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.
Dead man 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
Iar moartea să nu aibă dominion
Iar moartea să nu aibă dominion.
Mortul nud să fie unul
Cu viul prin vânt și west-lună;
Când oasele li se curăță și oasele curate plecară,
Ei să poarte stele la cot și la picior;
Și de înnebunnesc să fie sănătoși,
Și de se scufundă-n mare să reurce;
Iubiții de se pierd nu și iubirea;
Iar moartea să nu aibă dominion.
Iar moartea să nu aibă dominion.
Sub șerpuirile marine
Ei lung zăcând nu moară șerpuind;
Suciți în plase când îi lasă mușchii,
Pe roată trași, să nu se frângă,
Prin răul inorog străpungă;
Spărgând cărări n-au cum să piară;
Iar moartea să nu aibă dominion.
Iar moartea să nu aibă dominion.
Nu le mai strige pescărușii în auz
Ori valuri să izbească huind țărmii;
Unde țâșnea o floare nemaifloare,
Capul sus la răpăiala ploii;
Nebuni și morți be mad and dead ca melcii,
Capetele personajelor bat calea margaretelor;
Iar moartea să nu aibă dominion.
Versiune de George Anca
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