What would you fight for?

What would you fight for?

By D.H Lawrence

I am not sure I would always fight for my life.

Life might not be worth fighting for.

I am not sure I would always fight for my wife.

A wife isn’t always worth fighting for.

Nor my children, nor my country, nor my fellow-men.

It all deprnds whether I found them worth fighting for.

The only thing men invariably fight for

Is their money.  But I doubt if I’d fight for mine, anyhow

not to shed a lot of blood over it.

Yet one thing I do fight for, tooth and nail, all the time.

And that is my bit of inward peace, where I am at one

with myself.

And I must say, I am often worsted.

And Death shall have no Dominion

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

By Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean 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.