Friday, January 26, 2007

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the 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.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

4 Comments:

Anonymous pseudobaker said...

Uh oh, hope you didn't lose somebody dear this week. I love that poem. My husband's grandfather knew Dylan Thomas personally...

8:43 PM  
Blogger Red said...

Hope you're doing okay, UB.

2:11 AM  
Blogger Robyn Mills said...

SO sad, I hope there is light in your day.

7:32 AM  
Blogger Underground Baker said...

Thanks for your comments.
It is such a beautiful poem.
Its a difficult time right now, very hard to focus.
Thankfully everything sorts itself out in time.

I am waiting.

11:00 AM  

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