Born this day in Swansea in 1914, Dylan Thomas was a drunk and a womanizer and perhaps the greatest poet the Welsh produced since Gerard Manley Hopkins. He died alone in his cups but left us poetry that lifts the soul:
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.
– Posted by Douglas Racionzer (serendipiday.blogspot.com)