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.

"Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyWiE1vNSxU

Something that was epic was hearing James Earl Jones recite "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe. XD

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXU3RfB7308

Oh my goodness...my sinuses...ouch... XD

It's amazing how long 7 minutes can seem.

tell me about it. time is really relative.

Can't argue with that.

If you sit down at set of sun

And count the acts that you have done,

And, counting, find

One self-denying deed, one word

That eased the heart of him who heard,

One glance most kind

That fell like sunshine where it went--

Then you may count that day well spent.

But if, through all the livelong day,

You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay--

If, through it all

You've nothing done that you can trace

That brought the sunshine to one face--

No act most small

That helped some soul and nothing cost--

Then count that day as worse than lost.

--George Eliot

dont we go by her real name now?

Nothing gold can stay.

dont we go by her real name now?

I dunno. I have a little book of poems I got from Twinnie in my Happy Mail package once....I'm just quoting poems I like from there.

Mary Anne Evans

Nothing gold can stay.

 

 

.... gold stays and stays and stays. doesnt corrode. best thing about it.

 

silver on the other hand...

 

but gold's good.

nom

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gold is solid, gold is valuable