“ Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light. ”
Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
~ Dylan Thomas
I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.
The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.
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.
