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Saturday, April 6th. The Weekend Edition of William Shakespeare's Thought For The Day. (Original Post) Aristus Apr 2013 OP
Beautiful, Aristus. sheshe2 Apr 2013 #1
DU Rec Tuesday Afternoon Apr 2013 #2
"Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end" struggle4progress Apr 2013 #3
Even better! Aristus Apr 2013 #5
You are too kind struggle4progress Apr 2013 #8
Oh, I recognized the author. Aristus Apr 2013 #9
May he rest in peace. In_The_Wind Apr 2013 #4
Great poem. Aristus Apr 2013 #6
It alway touched my heart. More so now that ever. In_The_Wind Apr 2013 #7
that is actually a very nice photo Kali Apr 2013 #10
What a perfect pairing, my dear Aristus... CaliforniaPeggy Apr 2013 #11
A great one. Thanks. nt Honeycombe8 Apr 2013 #12
A wonderful thought - and a wonderful person. UrbScotty Apr 2013 #13
"He was a man. Take him for all in all." sarge43 Apr 2013 #14
Thank you Aristus livetohike Apr 2013 #15

In_The_Wind

(72,300 posts)
4. May he rest in peace.
Sat Apr 6, 2013, 10:07 PM
Apr 2013

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 that 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

Kali

(55,007 posts)
10. that is actually a very nice photo
Sat Apr 6, 2013, 10:31 PM
Apr 2013

my wonderful, wonderful, now-passed on, Father-in-Law was similarly surgically mutilated.

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