Friday, April 21, 2006

a quick friday fish

continuing with National Poetry Month, here's a quick poem that i have lived by for a number of years. Enjoy!

Do not go gentle into that good night
by Dylan Thomas

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.

5 little fish:

Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

as nick cave so morbidly sings,
"and dylan thomas, he died drunk in st. vincent's hospital..."

4:29 PM  
Blogger JP swam up to say...

This one always makes my eyes tear and my fists wave. It makes me want to accost strangers in pubs and buttonhole them with lines cribbed and modified from the V For Vendetta comic lik e'Happiness is a prison! It is the most insidious prison there is! WOULD YOU RATHER BE HAPPY OR FREE??!!'

12:54 AM  
Blogger Carl V. swam up to say...

Very timely, I had been contemplating aging the other day and how much I don't like the idea at all (better than the alternative... :) ). I like it.

8:44 AM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

jp - the really question is whether you can be happy if you are not free?

carl v. - much better than the alternative - i don't plan to age gracefully, i plan to rage, yell and scream - you know, whatever it takes

1:55 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

i think i'll age gracefully.
like an aristocrat.
& when i'm old i'll grow roses & always wear dresses.

2:07 PM  

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