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.

Dylan Thomas

I’ll be back in five to seven days. With all the free time on my hands I hope to catch up on four or five books I’ve been putting off reading (and a few bought just for this special occasion).

I’m not sure how I’ll handle the nurses since there will be far too many tubes in my neck and head to be able to talk. I’ve never had to go to a hospital before without my “dry” sense of humor to protect myself. I’m not looking forward to not having some way to defend myself from all those needles and wake up calls for medicine to help me sleep.

Hopefully when I get back I’ll have time to fix some of the broken links in these pages, links broken when I had to switch servers. Since Blogger and the new AT&T servers refuse to play nicely together, I’m planning on completely switching to GoLive to update my pages in the near future.