Oct 10, 2011

monday musings: rage, rage

Today I'm going to share with you a poem that touches on a very wrenching but necessary subject: dying well.


Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night


Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rage 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, their 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.

Any 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, 1951


David Strauss c2009

2 comments:

  1. I love that poem - and that beautiful photo, too x

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  2. I posted it on my wall in college (the poem) because I loved it so much. The picture is from our trip to Greece a few years back. The islands there are rather drool-worthy.

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