O mundo precisa ler Dylan Thomas

(...)
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of may clay is made the hangman's lime.
(...)

Dylan Thomas, The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

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.

(...)

Dylan Thomas, And death shall have no dominion

O mundo precisa ler Dylan Thomas.