And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels.

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.

I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you. I can always feel your heart. Dance tunes are always right: I love you body and soul: —and I suppose body means that I want to touch you and be in bed with you, and i suppose soul means that i can hear you and see you and love you in every single, single thing in the whole world asleep or awake

Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.

And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.