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.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

Rage, rage against the dying light

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl and curling round the bud that forks her eye.

... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.