dylan thomas
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! here: 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...