And death shall have no dominion - by Dylan Thomas

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.


The road not taken - by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.