Yesterday, I was gifted with a couple phrases from a poem I read. Today I am replying to a comment on yesterday's poem, but also to Dylan Thomas' poem where he exhorts us to "rage, rage against the dying of the light."
The Coming Of That Good Night
Quiet pondering
could be the thing I try thus
if only I could
shut me the hell up.
I stand in tall grassy light
at the end of my
energy, trying
to make sense or at least smile
as the sun goes down.
May 28, 2013 9:17 AM
Glad to be of some service.
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