Day 37: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

This is a poem by Dylan Thomas, and I've always liked it, but I don't know why I'm putting this on the blog today. Perhaps the line that is most poignant to me is "Rage, rage against the dying of the light." Hopefully it will help someone--Again, I'm not sure why I feel like I should do this, but I am generally one to follow impressions, regardless of how small. If there is someone who stands with a loved one in that void between waiting and death, or who is mourning for someone who has recently been lost, my deepest feelings go out to you. I hope that you will be able to find peace and comfort in the knowledge that there is a friend here in me, and if you need to talk, or think of anything that I might do for you, please let me be of service.

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.