Saturday, April 15, 2006

And the dead tree

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief.
The dry stone no sound of water.

T.S. Elliot - The Wasteland


  1. "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;
    Through 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."

    one of my favorite dylan thomas poems that's always come to mind when hearing of a death. i hope it glows into your heart, my friend.- karen