Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

[Vilis Veritas]

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.

-- Dylan Thomas

[mmonk]

1. Worth a recommend.

[flying rabbit]

2. Off you go! n/t

[H2O Man]

3. Very good!

Thank you for posting this.

Nominated.

[Vilis Veritas]

4. Now more than ever is the time to remember that so long...

as there is a voice of freedom in the land, the America we love will not die.

Thanks to those who rec'd....I think this poem represents all that we DU...

Peace

[Warren Stupidity]

5. Thank you that is such a great poem.

[Vilis Veritas]

7. Thank Dylan...

I am but a young Democrat bard
Who tired of vinegar and lard
I looked in the cupboard bare
and found but this simple pear
Good words when times are hard.

Peace

[Tierra_y_Libertad]

6. Something from Yeats

When a man grows old his joy
Grows more deep day after day,
His empty heart is full at length
But he has need of all that strength
Because of the increasing Night
That opens her mystery and fright.

Yeats