What about Dylan Marles Thomas' poems?

Dylan Marles Thomas was born in Wales. He left home for London at the age of 17 and started his writing career. At first, he was not recognized by publishers and had to rely on writing in BBC to earn income to meet daily needs. It was not until after the Second World War that he published the most important collection of poems, Death and Appearance, which was widely praised by critics, brought him a reputation as a poet and established his position in modernist poetry. He has always emphasized the primitive impulse of life and explored the subconscious in the depths of human desire. His works are full of disdain for death and pursuit and praise for the original power of life. Each of his poems has a clear theme (usually the theme is set in the title). Under a clear theme, through changes and progress, the reader is taken to the situation he has set to feel his universe: a system of life and death. Life, death, suffering and sublimation, his poems have no wisdom but can better reveal the true meaning of life; Lack of skills can better express the power of words. Now it's time to read Dylan Marles Thomas, pay tribute to life, and pray that the children killed in the earthquake will be detached in heaven. Then let's get started. Death will no longer dominate everything. Death will no longer dominate everything. People who die naked will be integrated with people in the romantic west; When their bones are taken away and clean bones are destroyed, there must be stars under their elbows; Although they are crazy, they will surely wake up. Although they fell into the sea, they will surely come back to life. Lovers will die of love, but they will last forever. Death will no longer dominate everything. Death will no longer dominate everything. They lie on the tortuous seabed for a long time, but they will never disappear like the wind; When the limbs are weak, they are pulled and twisted on the scaffold and tied to the torture device car with a belt, but they will never give in; Faith is broken in two in their hands, and evil pierces them like a unicorn; Even if they are torn, they will never moan; Death will no longer dominate everything. Death will no longer dominate everything. No seagulls crow in their ears, no waves beat against the coast; Where a flower blooms, there will be no more flowers blooming against the wind and rain; Although they are crazy and dead, the heads of the characters will come out of the daisies; Broken in the sun until the sun collapses and death no longer dominates. I refused to mourn the child who died in the London fire until human beings were created to dominate animals, flowers and trees. The darkness of all things announced the last ray of light with silence. Quiet time came from the restless sea under the shackles. I had to enter Shuitian and Corn Judas Church again to pray for a shadow of voice, or sow my bitter seeds in the valley of sorrow to mourn the noble and heroic death of this child. I will not murder her humanity walking with harsh truth, nor will I desecrate the harbor of life with the elegy of innocence and youth. London's daughter was buried in the same cave as the first batch of the dead, and many close relatives and friends wrapped her up. Eternal dust particles and her mother's dark blood vessels lean silently on the Thames, which flows indifferently. After the first loss of life, there was no other death. Dylan Thomas