CELEBRATING WALES

Today being St David's Day, and being Welsh myself, I'm joining Asamum Booktopia in Celebrating Wales. Here's a link to Welsh writers in you fancy looking any up.

Having just read Matched by Ally Condie which had a Dylan Thomas poem in it, I thought I would put the full poem in...

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT, DYLAN THOMAS

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.

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.