Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

I know what you're thinking. It's a poetic title for a column, right? No. I wish. Actually, as I was watching the news today of Jews in the Gaza strip burning their stuff, I thought that, as usual, we're being a little too good natured about this.

And I thought immediately of this inspiring poem, by Dylan Thomas, made famous incidentally in "Back to School" with Rodney Dangerfield.

But you know, reading it again really made me feel better. I hope it does the same for you.

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.

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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If only we could be more like that.

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