Dying Light

 

Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas, 1914 – 1953

“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.”

About James

Seeing, hearing & believing • Christ follower • Wilderness dweller •

Author and developer of Exavius.com. With personal interests posted to express a life of faith in Christ. With added personal topics such as photography, and wilderness exploration. For many years I have explored the Sierra Nevada and its surrounding areas. Most exploration in Western and Northern Sierra to include Sequoia National Park, Sequoia National Forest, Sierra National Forest, Kings Canyon National Park and Yosemite.

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