Thursday, October 05, 2017

'Do not go gentle into that good night'


As my sight grows dimmer, I often think of Dylan Thomas's poem and I 'rage against the dying of the light'. I posted it here because it's just a damn good poem. It proves that no matter how great, or small your achievements; no matter how good or wise you may be, or what revelations come to you, the dark ( or death) is the great equalizer. It comes to us all and we do not 'go gentle into that good night'. The poem celebrates the tenacity of the human spirit.





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 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.
             

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