26 2 7 Do not go gentle into that good night
A poem by Dylan Thomas sited by my nephew ex-Royal Marine Nick on WhatsApp in the UK yesterday, regarding my exploits this last week at our Avanto (Ice hole)
Then his siting this poem was commented on by his youngest brother's wife, Claudia in Penang, who said she had just been teaching her students the same poem, reproduced here for my readership in the rest of the world...
1 Do not go gentle into that good night
2 Old age should burn and rave at close of day
3 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
4 Though wise men at their end know dark is right
5 Because their words had forked no lightning
6 Do not go gentle into that good night
7 Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
8 Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
9 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
10 Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
11 And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
12 Do not go gentle into that good night
13 Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
14 Blind eyes could blaze like meteros and be gay
15 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
16 And you, my father, there on the sad height,
17 Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray
18 Do not go gentle into that good night
19 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
This from Claudia's annotated copy she uses in her Panang School...
Dave then responded: If Dylan knew *****, it would be more like "Do not go gently into the freezing over of winter, rage, rage against the freezing of the sea...Something like that. Not that I'm a poet, with Emoji depicting frozen looking man
Thereafter, Gregory adding further: Emoji of laughing person: If Dylan Thomas had known *****, his complete works would have been to another level altogether
These guys coming after Nick, the one who kicked things off, with his admonishment: "Fight the good fight ***** and ´Do not go gently into that good night!´ Good effort xx
All three guys young fellows each together with their youngest member Thom, whom in the order: Nick 1984, Greg 1993, Thom 2000 and Dave 2001, I got to introduce to Scotland's Munro Hills, my life-long passtime to climb all 282 until it stalled with the advent of Covid 19 in 2020. When I switched from visiting Scotland to Arctic Finland and Norway.
The two guys missing in the line-up being Seb, 1984 and Pat, 1986, my 2 sons who got their first outing with their Da, following their Ma in 1981, and Jim my brother in 1966, when we climbed our first Scottish hill together, with friends Brian and John Higgins.
footnote
We too can be proud of our maternal Grandmother being of Welsh decendency her maiden name of Hughes bears testament.
Not in the same league as D. Thomas nor Richard Burton or Anthony Hopkins as word smiths. Nor John Lennon, who was richly endowed perhaps in part owing to some of his Welsh antecedents? Mostly also renown for their passion for narcotics or simply ethanol?
That I was fortunate to be introduced to hill walking by being a member of Bury Lads Club run by the Mr Osbourne MBE in my adolescence, when we were taken to Windermere and subsequently climbed nearby Orrest Hill, recalling now it was an adolescent in a party other wise of young men (!?) but only 1 year before my next such visit with my Junior Technical School when for a week or two in the summer of 1954 we climbed hills in the Lake District Youth Hostel Association to YHA...
Then his siting this poem was commented on by his youngest brother's wife, Claudia in Penang, who said she had just been teaching her students the same poem, reproduced here for my readership in the rest of the world...
1 Do not go gentle into that good night
2 Old age should burn and rave at close of day
3 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
4 Though wise men at their end know dark is right
5 Because their words had forked no lightning
6 Do not go gentle into that good night
7 Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
8 Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
9 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
10 Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
11 And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
12 Do not go gentle into that good night
13 Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
14 Blind eyes could blaze like meteros and be gay
15 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
16 And you, my father, there on the sad height,
17 Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray
18 Do not go gentle into that good night
19 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
This from Claudia's annotated copy she uses in her Panang School...
Dave then responded: If Dylan knew *****, it would be more like "Do not go gently into the freezing over of winter, rage, rage against the freezing of the sea...Something like that. Not that I'm a poet, with Emoji depicting frozen looking man
Thereafter, Gregory adding further: Emoji of laughing person: If Dylan Thomas had known *****, his complete works would have been to another level altogether
These guys coming after Nick, the one who kicked things off, with his admonishment: "Fight the good fight ***** and ´Do not go gently into that good night!´ Good effort xx
All three guys young fellows each together with their youngest member Thom, whom in the order: Nick 1984, Greg 1993, Thom 2000 and Dave 2001, I got to introduce to Scotland's Munro Hills, my life-long passtime to climb all 282 until it stalled with the advent of Covid 19 in 2020. When I switched from visiting Scotland to Arctic Finland and Norway.
The two guys missing in the line-up being Seb, 1984 and Pat, 1986, my 2 sons who got their first outing with their Da, following their Ma in 1981, and Jim my brother in 1966, when we climbed our first Scottish hill together, with friends Brian and John Higgins.
footnote
We too can be proud of our maternal Grandmother being of Welsh decendency her maiden name of Hughes bears testament.
Not in the same league as D. Thomas nor Richard Burton or Anthony Hopkins as word smiths. Nor John Lennon, who was richly endowed perhaps in part owing to some of his Welsh antecedents? Mostly also renown for their passion for narcotics or simply ethanol?
That I was fortunate to be introduced to hill walking by being a member of Bury Lads Club run by the Mr Osbourne MBE in my adolescence, when we were taken to Windermere and subsequently climbed nearby Orrest Hill, recalling now it was an adolescent in a party other wise of young men (!?) but only 1 year before my next such visit with my Junior Technical School when for a week or two in the summer of 1954 we climbed hills in the Lake District Youth Hostel Association to YHA...
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