Monday, November 20, 2006

The dying light



"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

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dear, dear DJ

Your picture and prose were beautiful! It brought me back to my feelings when I stayed with my Dad, in the hospital, for four days and nights before he left us. Sadness, yes, but also overwhelming gratitude for the courage, intelligence and love given by my father to me and all who knew him.

Do know you are loved by all your friends here and we reach out with our heart and arms to comfort you. Let us know if there is ANYTHING we can do...you know you have our prayers.

KK