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Saturday, April 19, 2008

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DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)


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 the 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.


My own father went quite willingly into that "good night" and I am afraid it was his children who raged against the dying of the light. Even after 11 years now, it still is not easy to accept.

2 comments:

Amrita said...

very emotionaal song

Calfkeeper said...

yes, I think so too.