"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day, Rage, rage against the dying of thr light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words forked no lighting 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, ...Continued in comments-
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08 Jul, 2015, 9:53 am
...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 agianst 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 dying of the light."
-Dylan Thomas
09 Jul, 2015, 9:42 pm
Those are some interesting words! Are they for a song by that author? 8O
10 Jul, 2015, 2:03 am
Just in case you didn't know, Cryotic said she does remember you.
She responds on her own paintings, so I wanted to warn you in case you aren't the type to check back...
10 Jul, 2015, 3:46 am
This is beautiful! TuT