Monday, 3 October 2011

Mmm… Monday: Dylan Thomas, Part the First

A friend called me at 09:00 just to let me know that she had just purchased a copy of some kind of biography of Dylan Thomas for 1 Swedish krona (which is like 10 cents in Euros; a little under 10p in Sterling). My immediate reaction was to tell her not to “go gentle into that good night”, which she didn’t get and thus made me look pretentious when I had to explain that it was from Dylan Thomas’ perhaps most famous poem (which shouldn’t make me sound pretentious because it was in Dangerous Minds, for goodness sake).

So yeah, it’s quite obvious what today’s poem is;

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.


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.


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.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Aside: Now I’ll be singing Gangster’s Paradise all day.

Fun.

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