I am going to read
Grannie has asked me to read the following poem at Grandpa's funeral on Thursday, and it's rather moving so I thought I'd share it with everyone;
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 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.
I never knew either of my grandfathers…
21 Nov 2005, 21:37
It's a fantastic and moving poem isn't it? I set it to music as part of my a-level composition. Sorry to hear about your loss x
22 Nov 2005, 16:31
So sorry about your loss. Hope the funeral today went ok. You're in my thoughts and prayers. Kate x
24 Nov 2005, 13:46
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