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 her for my readership in the rest of the world...
1 Do not go gentle into that good night
2 old age should burn rave at close of day
3 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
4 wise men and dark is right because their words had forked no lighning
5 Do not go gentle into that good night
6 Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
7 their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
8 rage, rage against the dying of the light
9 Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
10 and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
11 Do not go gentle into that good night
12 Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
13 blind eyes could blaze like meteros and be gay
14 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
15 And you, my father, there on the sad height,
16 Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, i pray
17 Do not go gentle into that good night
18 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
19 Do not go gentle into that good night.
no easy task, but i offer it up now as i'm now late for today's dip hahaha
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 her for my readership in the rest of the world...
1 Do not go gentle into that good night
2 old age should burn rave at close of day
3 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
4 wise men and dark is right because their words had forked no lighning
5 Do not go gentle into that good night
6 Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
7 their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
8 rage, rage against the dying of the light
9 Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
10 and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
11 Do not go gentle into that good night
12 Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
13 blind eyes could blaze like meteros and be gay
14 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
15 And you, my father, there on the sad height,
16 Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, i pray
17 Do not go gentle into that good night
18 Rage, rage against the dying of the light
19 Do not go gentle into that good night.
no easy task, but i offer it up now as i'm now late for today's dip hahaha
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