Poem

I love poetry.  When I was in high school I wrote lots and lots of poems.  I believed I was deep, that no other human could have ever felt the way I was feeling.  Alas that is not true.  However, this obsession with poetry has left me with a life long appreciation of poems.  The emotions that they can evoke.

This past week in school we have been talking about poems and the importance of young children hearing poetry   So, I'd like to share with you one of my favorite poems.

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 man 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 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.

~Dylan Thomas