There are a number of recordings of this poem on you tube some of which say they are Dylan reading his own poetry but the voice sounds to old and too English for a Welshman who dies at 49. One doesn’t have to understand the words to enjoy the rhythm. One can tell that the author of this poem reads aloud. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightīlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Īnd you, my father, there on the sad height,Ĭurse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,Īnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Though wise men at their end know dark is right,īecause their words had forked no lightning they Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Old age should burn and rave at close of day The Man From in the Moon and The Peace of Wild Things.Infinity:is skin and bone an illusion? by Helen McKinlay.The Tui’s Speech of Welcome-a poem for Matariki.Thoughts on the poetry of nano particles from Shakespeare and me.“Shoulders” by Naomi Shihab Nye March 21, 2022.The Tui’s Speech of Welcome-a poem for Matariki June 24, 2022.The Guesthouse by Jalaluddin Rumi October 4, 2022.Thoughts on the poetry of nano particles from Shakespeare and me November 29, 2022.‘Trees’ by Joyce Gilmer December 12, 2022.
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