Let us not go gentle…

Let us not go gentle…

I’ve always loved this Dylan Thomas poem, but it has taken on new and more pertinent meaning as I age. I hope you will take the time to read and enjoy his words. Let us not go gentle….

Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas1914 – 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.

3 Comments

  1. Being of Welsh extraction, I’ve always been taken with Dylan Thomas. Now, being of the “aging” generation, like you I read it with a different interest. Yours promises to be a wonderful blog – look forward to reading your posts. Happy New Year and best of luck with your new adventure! Jen, NY

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    • Thanks for dropping by Jen! I spent some time in Wales this past year and loved it. Beautiful country!

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      • Oooh, shall be trying the savory oat cakes!

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