Thine beauty shines like the first bright sunray on a most glorious of mornings... shearing through the darkness of the night itself for your beauty outshines the brightness of the sun...
- Kirjaudu tai rekisteröidy kommentoidaksesi
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."
- Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953
Thine beauty shines like the first bright sunray on a most glorious of mornings... shearing through the darkness of the night itself for your beauty outshines the brightness of the sun...
Kommentit
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm.
-Oscar WildePhilosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another,
but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.
Sivut