Rage


It’s been a bit of a crappy week, actually it’s been a pretty crappy year and a half but I won’t go into that now. Someone once emailed me a poem by Dylan Thomas when I was going through a rough patch. Dylan Thomas is a great welsh poet, but mainly unheard of outside GCSE English Lit students in Wales. He wrote the poem below for his father, who was dying at the time, but it’s a little pep talk for anyone who feels like giving up on whatever it is that they find so challenging. We all always have one of those things, the one thing that we wish someone was able to make better, but in reality there is no easy solution. Next time you have one of those days where you feel like giving up, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Do not go gentle into that good night- Dylan Thomas

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 grieve 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.