Thursday, March 1, 2012

Poem of the Day




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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4 comments:

  1. Your artistry matching images to words is transcendent, Margaret. Snarky comments kept bubbling up as I went thru this - stuff like "Ve haff our veys, don't ve, heh heh heh," but the power of Thomas's passion with the irony of your images blew them all away. Your sensibilities have met and melded somewhere in another dimension.

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  2. That's funny, not long ago I had a one-word review of my blog (on someone else's blog): "Embarrassing". Apparently not many people "get" this, but since when was I ever "got"? It's my theory that the dynamics of the schoolyard go on forever, and bullies are always attracted to people with strange ideas.

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  3. And yeah, I found so many pictures of medieval torture it wasn't funny, when trying to get images to match bones cracking and being stretched on a rack. I wonder if I could devote a post to that.

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  4. Whoever said he or she (I'm guessing it was a she) was embarrassed was embarrassed for what the images triggered in his or her tiny mind. I hope he or she is able to work it out in his or her nightmares.

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