Quote:
Originally Posted by kennyc
"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."
- Dylan Thomas born on this date in 1914
|
Quote:
Originally Posted by doubleshuffle
Superbly crafted, great-sounding poem, but I can't agree with the sentiment. I prefer Tennyson's approach:
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
|
Those are both lovely! I was named after Dylan Thomas' wife, by the way, a couple of decades before that name because so popular, but I do agree more with the Tennyson's sentiment. Here is an ancient one I learned of through Sandman but it is a
real Egyptian poem:
Death is before me to-day
like the recovery of a sick man,
like going forth into a garden after sickness.
Death is before me today:
like the odor of myrrh,
like sitting under a sail in a good wind.
Death is before me today:
like the course of a stream;
like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house.
Death is before me today:
like the home that a man longs to see,
after years spent as a captive.