Saturday, November 06, 2010

Do not go gentle into that good night

I do not know why it came to me suddenly, one of my favorite poems.  The author begs, pleads his father not to let death take him easy. He knows his father must go but he wants him to fight it with every fiber of his being. Fight for that last breath, that last word, that last sight and sound, that last moment of life before the light extinguishes forever. It is an incredible poem with such power and meaning.  I have always taken great comfort in reading the words, though I am not sure why. They are somewhat reassuring, at least to me.


"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, 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 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

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