Some Poetry

I often find that certain poems speak to me, in ways that words cannot do justice. I found one such of these poems while watching the popular movie Interstellar, and I believe that it relates quite well to the idea of being and Inquirer. The poem expresses that even near the end of our days we must continue to fight until the very end. It is quite a noble poem and a has very interesting message.

Do not go gentle into that goodnight

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 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.


I think one of the more interesting things about poetry is that it can bring up a lot of questions, and many of them will not and cannot be answered. Reading poetry can help people understand that we all interpret poetry in different ways. Poetry lets us realize that even if we ask all the questions we can, sometimes there isn't a definite answer.