you didn't think I'd forget this week! POPPYCOCK!
today we celebrate prolific Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, who died in 1953 and is best remembered for often-used-at-funerals-and-such poem "Do Not Go Gently Into that Good Night." Well I don't want to be a cliche!
When the morning was waking over the war
He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died,
The locks yawned loose and a blast blew them wide,
He dropped where he loved on the burst pavement stone
And the funeral grains of the slaughtered floor.
Tell his street on its back he stopped a sun
And the craters of his eyes grew springshots and fire
When all the keys shot from the locks, and rang.
Dig no more for the chains of his grey-haired heart.
The heavenly ambulance drawn by a wound
Assembling waits for the spade's ring on the cage.
O keep his bones away from the common cart,
The morning is flying on the wings of his age
And a hundred storks perch on the sun's right hand.
question: WILL YOU READ DYLAN THOMAS AT YOUR FUNERAL? oh wait we are all dead at our funerals. ...