Wednesday, April 11, 2012

For my Scottsh warrior


Darling, Owner,


Dylan Thomas is the man you can thank for these words that have such a special place in your heart. How well they suit you. It was a Welsh man, after all, that touched your heart, just as you touched a Welsh girl's heart well over 30 years ago. Neither of us will go gently into that good night, but together we shall "rage, rage against the dying of the light". My love. Always.

 

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, 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.

3 comments:

  1. Vesta,
    what a beautiful poem. It has been a favourite of mine since first year English in university. In fact I wrote an entire thesis on this particular poem. Beautiful sentiment, lovely dedication.
    ~a

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  2. Why do I always hear the voice of Anthony Hopkins in my head when I read this :)

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  3. goodgirl: Is that right? I'd love to hear more about that. We've often said that my husband and you have a lot in common and it seems the love of this poem is one more example of that. The words mean a lot to him and also symbolize his way of viewing life. On the other hand, I am more inclined to tread softly (well, the vast majority of the time) and in this way, he and I make a rather good team.

    rollymo: I can see why you would have Anthony Hopkins in mind when reading this poem. I remain infatuated with the Welsh poets and actors who had a special charisma in my view.

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