Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas Resonates

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas has resonated with me since I was first introduced to his poetry when I was in Grade 8 – more than 55 years ago now.

Now that I am 70, it resonates more, much more.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night read by Dylan Thomas

I love listening to Dylan Thomas reading his poem “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”.

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.

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.

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 that 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

Dylan Thomas reads his poem Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

In a Hurry to Nowhere

I wonder why?

Why I have always hurried…
to get nowhere?

I wonder why?

in a hurry to nowhere - Richard E. Ward

Richard E. Ward
Montreal, Quebec

September 23, 2017

Copyright © 2017 by Richard E. Ward.

Fuck Living in This Moment & Grasp Tomorrow

Fuck Living in this Moment & Grasp Tomorrow

Fuck living in this moment.

Fuck living in this moment of despair & darkness.

Live in the Now, oh surely you jest.

Pure Twaddle masquerading as pearls
Cast by Charlatans of the Spirit
whose Now, in this Moment,
has never been darkly menacing,
a vacuum full of despair,
squeezing the life and hope out their soul.

Charlatans of the Spirit spewing illusions.

Fuck living in this moment & grasp tomorrow.

Fuck living in this moment,
To be sucked into the Abyss,
To die in this moment,
This Now,
or
Crawl, claw & grasp Tomorrow.

Fuck living in this Moment,
Grasp Tomorrow.

Fuck living in this moment & grasp tomorrow - Richard E. Ward

Richard E. Ward
Montreal, Quebec

July 6, 2018

Copyright © 2019 by Richard E. Ward.