Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire…
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn…
That sanity be kept I sit at open windows, Regard the sky, make unobtrusive comment on the moon, Sit at…
In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie…