Category: Dylan Thomas

Fern Hill

~ Raven

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below … Continue reading Fern Hill

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Long Good Night

~ Raven

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 … Continue reading Do Not Go Gentle Into That Long Good Night