Going Poetic...

I recently have discovered blogs in which people find a way to express themselves through poetry. I confess that is something that amases me. It's such a mystery to me how people can combine words in other ways other than prose. I am permanently perplexed at such a gift.

I'm not a great poetry lover (probably because I had a lot of it when I was a child), but there are feelings and ideas that are better expressed either by silence or by the combination of words we don't think possible in straight lines of prose.

This is part of one of my (very few) favourite poems by one of the great 20th century poets Dylan Thomas. It expresses exactly what I feel about something that is not a comfortable thought for us mortals. And since I'm left with neither words nor art, here it is:

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 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.

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.

"Though lovers be lost love shall not". And so we also have a piece of immortality.

Beautiful...