#PoetryFriday - Rage, Rage, Against The Dying Of The Light.

Wild Men, Good Men, Wise Men, Grave Men.

Today's post about solo practice brought to my mind one of my favorite poems of Dylan Thomas, "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night". I can hear his voice in my mind's ear, as his poetry is meant to be spoken, and heard. He lived fast, and died young; but, he "lived". Living each day well is a mantra we hear all the time. Keeping death in mind as we do it is an essential part of the mindset required. It is a short poem; but, it will make you think about how you are living your life. Do you rage at it? Will you go out, kicking and screaming, or wait until you see the blinding light of death to really see? Your call.

 

"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."

 

Dylan Thomas