The poem below by Dylan Thomas has always been one of my favorites, but tonight as we were trying to put Christian and Simeon to bed Rachel mentioned that she thinks some of these stanzas might have not been talking about death but children's bedtimes:
1
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
2
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lighning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
6
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.
4 comments:
You two are SO funny!! I can't wait to take over the bedtime rituals when you come to visit this summer.
I love that poem too. My kids have definitely taken the task "do not go gentle into that good night" to heart. Maddy is usually crying and screaming, "I'm not tired!" a few minutes before she falls asleep.
Haha I'd never thought of that poem that way before :) We have yet to experience the joys of non-gentle night-going...
Agreed about the double meaning! We have that problem over here too. It was actually easier when it was just screaming and crying...now it's such mournful, "Don't go, Mama. Don't leave me, Daddy." It's just a tiny bit heart-breaking even though we know sleep is good for her.
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