Poetry and stuff...

[druffine]

K, flist , I need your help.

I want to get to know some poetry and the likes but I have no idea where to start with that, I mean I don't even know the children's rhymes and such...

So please, if you have a moment, paste me your favorite poem or one you think I should know into a comment and maybe a few words about it.

Thanks very much.

Oh and finally... it's over.

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Dylan Thomas, splendid drunkard that he was.

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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.