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09 March 2005

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Ken

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

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.

SB

Just in case some reader comes by who does not recognize this, it is Dylan Thomas, Do not go gentle into that good night -- click the link to go to the Academy of American Poets and listen to him read it.

etherealfire

beautifu image, beautiful heartbreaking words...

Gunnar

Nice blog you have here.
Thanks!

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