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Saturday, January 9, 2010

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Mood:(insert mood here)

*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.

*Poem by Dylan Thomas


May the [mass times acceleration] be with you,

P.S. Get it? No...? I guess I'm a dork after all. *sticks out tongue* Mass x acceleration = force. Haha. It was on a funny t-shirt. Just click here! I dare you.

4 comments:

Kay said...

What a loverly poem
I suppose it's all about dying hard?
:]
I'm liking the signature, by the way :D

Earth-ling said...

haha nice post! I freakin love star wars =p thats awesome. haa

Earth-ling said...

OH really? hmm that's weird that the link is messed up =/ I don't know what to do about that.. maybe it will fix itself later.. sometimes things just mess up on this site

rosanguyen said...

I seriously like how your name is a picture. it looks so tre fancy.

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