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Sean Freeman · 29th December 2007, 03:15 PM

Quote:

Dylan Thomas’ “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.

My favourite poem about dying that one, recently sent it to a friend struggling with the immenent death of another very close friend...I think it permits another take on the way we feel about the shortness of our life and how often it not only feels unfair when we loose loved ones but is unfair, and getting angry about it is ok.

Thanks for the reminder of one of Dylan's best pieces.........I used to have Undermilkwood on record cracked me up every time I played it (Richard Burton narrating)