From Darkness to Light: A Collection of Poetry

There is no sound at the top of the house of men Or mice; and the cloud is blown, and the moon again Dapples the apples with deep-sea light. They are lying in rows there, under the gloomy beams; On the sagging floor; they gather the silver streams Out of the moon, those moonlit apples of dreams, And quiet is the steep stair under. In the corridors under there is nothing but sleep.

And stiller than ever on orchard boughs they keep Tryst with the moon, and deep is the silence, deep On moon-washed apples of wonder.

All the poets and poems feature in 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.

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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.

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Return to Book Page. Andrew Lennon Goodreads Author. A collection of poetry reflecting upon the darkness and light of life that exists within this world of ours. What makes you want to shout out and share your emotions? Express your darkest times or your happiest moments?

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Let this book release your feelings through verse. Has infinite reserves; at each attack The impassive cliffs look down in gray disdain At scenes of sacrifice, unrelieved pain, Figured in froth, aquamarine and black. Something in the blood-chemistry of life, Unspeakable, impressive, undeterred, Expresses itself without needing a word In this sea-crazed Empedoclean Strife.

It is a scene of unmatched melancholy, Weather of misery, cloud cover of distress, To which there are no witnesses, unless One counts the briny, tough and thorned sea holly. Like trailing silks, the light Hangs in the olive trees As the pale wine of day Drains to its very lees: Distantly lights go on. Scattered like fallen sparks Bedded in peat, they seem Set in the plushest darks Until a timid gleam Of matins turns them wan,.

Huge presences of gray Rise up, and then it's night.