https://youtu.be/koBi1GB0Txc
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.
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One of my all time favorite poems. Being a poet looks interesting, good fit perhaps for a washed up social scientist? Perhaps.
It really is amazing. I’ve found my way to this site via dark moments. I’ve listened to this poem read by Bukowski as motivation. Ignite my spirit. Despair, isolation, uncertainty, doubt. Leading into feeling life is over, pointless, without any future.
Through these dark nights, spiritual awareness has been gained.
“Rage against the dying of light”
Perhaps and Indeed
When I heard Michael Sheen perform this I liked how his voice tells us he understands it.
I must look that up!
Thank you a1957
https://youtu.be/w-sM-t1KI_Y
Inspires me to return to the stage! I miss it so!