Saturday, February 23, 2008

Good Night


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 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, 1952





In Memoriam

Joseph C. Kopeck

January 22, 1914-February 23, 2008


for more about my grandfather, read this entry


3 comments:

lizardrinking said...

'glo, my darling, I had your page up before I went out swimming, I came back to this. An apt, strong and beautiful poem. My heart and best wishes are with you.
Sue-rose.

amy d said...

I love you, Glo. I'm hugging you in my mind often through this time you are going through.

morpho aurora said...

i have always loved that poem, it brings me to tears every time.
i am so sorry for your loss. even when it's expected it is still hard. take care and know that you are loved. (and if ames will move over a bit, we could hug you at the same time)