Oh, yes, Dylan, I hear your words!

December 13, 2013 at 6:47 am (Commentary)

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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

Recently a great friend of mine described old age as ‘shit’, and I wrote back and agreed.

I much say it is indeed a curse. I try to fight it by swimming and keeping involved, but but but !! I do quietly rage against the dying of the light.

What little sleep I get is still caught up in dreams that blaze like meteors – young at heart but old old old !!

Should I curse? This will not stop the dying of the light.