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We have friends staying with us now, so there isn’t as much time to blog. I’ve been reading Justine’s blog and a recent post of hers reminded me of a poem by Dylan Thomas that I have been meaning to post for a while. The photo is a holiday snap which I thought might make a nice accompaniment.
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 that 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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Loved it. It reads so well aloud! And he clinches it at the end there with that defiant repetition – what a legend.
I don’t do French – does that mean “The Gardens A-bout The World?”
Comment by Justine August 1, 2005 @ 10:12 ami think it translates as ‘gardens at the end of the world’
Comment by Urban Chick August 1, 2005 @ 5:30 pmI love that poem. It’s one of those that always pops up in unexpected times in your life.
Comment by Atreau August 2, 2005 @ 5:50 amOne of my favorite poems.
Comment by no name August 2, 2005 @ 6:22 amnice site!