I'm in a Pensive Mood

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

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 that 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.

On My Nighstand

These books currently reside on my nightstand.

"The Friday Night Knitting Club" by Kate Jacobs because it's good to read something light once in a while.
Shakespeare's Sonnets because who doesn't like being "compared to a summer's day" (plus I'm a romantic at heart).
"If You Come Softly" by Jacqueline Woodson because it's important to read what my students are reading.

* Reviews to follow!

Remembering Why I Love Words

I've been remembering why I love words. I came across an excerpt from one of my favorite poems today. The following excerpt comes from Wordsworth's "Intimations of Immortality". Enjoy!

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.