Friday, December 5, 2008

A Last Word, Before You Turn To Go

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
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.


Suburbia said...

How are you Scarlett?
This is such a thought provoking verse.
Not sure if you might need these {{hugs}}


molly said...

Oh to be able to use words so magnificently! This brings to mind my in-laws who rage daily against the dying of the light!
Hope all is well with you, since their is no editorial comment with this....??

molly said...

...Of course I meant "there"!

Clowncar said...

I sense "fierce tears" here. Hope you, anf loved ones, are all right.

Love, love, love that poem. In my NYC days I used to hang out where he hung out (The White horse Tavern).

J said...

And yet the night comes anyway, not caring whether we rage or go gently.

heartinsanfrancisco said...

My ex-husband who frequented the White Horse in Greenwich Village, knew Dylan.

By all accounts, he buffered himself well against the dying of the light with many, many comforting libations which ultimately hastened that good night.

There has never been a better poet and I wish I had known him, too.

Unknown said...

I agree with Hearts, Thomas is in a class of his own.

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Hey Suburbia!

I am okay. I have a cold today and heart surgery tomorrow, but am doing pretty well.
I will always take hugs!!

Miss Molly,

I just love this poem and decided to post it. Isn't it something! OH I wish I could write like that.
Maybe I'd better practice more!


Thanks for the concern, things are good. No tears.

Ah for the days of poets and rebels... I wish I could have known him, too. Isn't he amazing?
Time does not diminish his work at all.


Doesn't it though? That's so profound. It comes anyway, and in its own time and way. Still, it's a great poem.

My dearest Hearts,

Wish I'd known him, too. Very sad death. Thankfully we are left with some of the depth of his heart and mind.


So excited to see you!
I agree with you both. Just fabulous. And I *love* that poem.

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

Anonymous said...

Excuse me.
Did you just say, "I have a cold today and heart surgery tomorrow????
Am I missing something?

Then I am poking around on Minx's and see a similar mention of heart surgery like it's nothing...

Pardon me while I scream on your blog.

Now we need to know what is happening.
Are you OK??

Unknown said...

Such evocative and thought provoking words. Dylan Thomas was always so in a class of his own.

Hope all is well with you, Scarlett.


Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Dear Leslie,

Yes, I did have a cold and it's nearly gone, thank heaven.
I went in for heart surgery but it did not go so well. We'll see what can be done. I am alright.

Thank you very much for the concern. -hugs-

My dear Vanilla,

Isn't he something else? So very deeply moving.

I am good. Hugs to you, dear lady.

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

Eastcoastdweller said...

This is one of the Great Poems. Thank You for sharing it with us.

I keep a book of poems in my car, for reading at red lights.

Eastcoastdweller said...

Please tell me that things are better now. Being a guy and therefore clueless, I didn't pick up on Your emotions as did the other commenters.

Will You be all right?

Debra Keirce said...

You are a talented writer. I came to your blog through the black box. I like your decorated lion. We enjoy visiting The Outer Banks, NC. They have painted horses everywhere, similar to your lion. Intriguing, life-sized.

Vesper said...

Scarlett, I'm worried now. Are you all right?

The poem is magnificent, but I find it very difficult to read because of all the sadness that it brings to my heart.

Be well, dear Scarlett!

rel said...

I pray that all is well with you and that in any case you of the giving heart will never go quietly into the night.

Robin said...

Scarlett!!! That is my all time favorite poem in the world! Seriously No wonder we are such good friends!!!
I love it!!! :) :) :)

hope your feeling better.
Love Me

Sameera Ansari said...

You are having heart surgery???Oh dear,everything will go well.Will pray for you.God Bless!

Lots of love,wishes and hugs :*

Unknown said...

Sending love and light, Scarlett.

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Thank you all for the comments and well wishes.
I am alright. I truly appreciate your concern and your thoughtfulness in checking in on me.


Sameera Ansari said...

Glad to know you are alright dear!Get well soon.My prayers are with you :)


Brett said...


The Solitary Writer said...

quite meaning full words

h r u


visit if u get time

Vesper said...

Merry Christmas, Scarlett! All the best to you and to your loved ones, now and in the New Year!

Jon M said...

Merry Christmas Scarlett! Thanks for all the support and have a great new year!