Friday, 12 September 2014

Poetry Corner #14

As you will be aware having seen several TV programs dedicated to the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, it is the anniversary year celebrating his 100th Birthday.  This week I have decided to post one of his most famous poems Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.  Dylan Thomas was born October 27th 1914 in Swansea, Wales.  He died on 9th November 1953.  Visit the website Dylan Thomas.com to find out more him.


Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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. 

Dylan Thomas

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