A question this evening on a quiz show caused me to remember one of my favorite poems. Welsh poet Dylan Thomas wrote it for his dying father. When I first heard and reported on the poem as a classroom assignment, it’s message was abstract, but now….
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
The above is one of half a dozen stanzas that end with the same refrain: “Do not go gentle into that good night.” It’s no longer abstract, but now speaks to me in a very personal way. Dylan Thomas went into the good night in 1953. He was born in 1914.