The Morning Text 10/24

An Educational Newsletter
GOOD MORNING!

Welcome to The Morning Text! 

I had family members come in this weekend so I didn’t have a chance to write a full length Morning Text. Instead, I’m giving you a small replacement.

I’d like to show you one of my favorite poems. Written by a Welsh poet Dylan Thomas in 1947, I feel that this poem perfectly depicts exactly what life should be.

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.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

This poem argues that life should be lived from start to finish with a burning passion, even at the very end. That is exactly what I want my life to be. Actually, I love this power so much that I intend on getting the first and last lines tattooed on my forearms at some point.

Challenge of the Day: Send me your favorite poem! I would love to read it! 

That’s it for today! As this is a trial run, I am entirely open to tweaking The Morning Text, please provide feedback so that I can better cater to your interests. If you believe you have received this message in error and no longer wish to receive them, please notify me. If you would like to view previous Morning Texts please visit themorningtext.com 

Have a wonderful day.

Written by Caleb Gibbons