Rage, rage against the dying of the light (Dylan Thomas)

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1. Uwe sagt:

   20. Januar 2017 um 09:38

   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 (1947/1952)

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2. Fritsch sagt:

   21. Januar 2017 um 13:17

   Ein Jahr ist es schon wieder her. Was bleibt, ist eine Erinnerung, so schön & hell, die die dunkle Nacht erhellt & einen warmen Mantel um die Seele legt in diesen kalten Zeiten.

   Vielen Dank, Uwe, für dieses wunderbare Bild, die Erinnerung & die Worte, die T. sehr gefallen hätten, denn sie sind von einem seiner liebsten Poeten.

   Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.

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