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-by Rupi Kaur

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Do not go gentle into that good night

I really want to share this with you guys, its one of my favorite poems from high school. I was never a poetry fan until I read this. It's got a bit of a dark story behind it. Dylan Thomas (the author) could have written this about his dad who passed away a year before it was published. But the weird thing is that in the next couple years after it was published 3 of Thomas's friends, his unborn son, and he himself all passed away. I feel like this adds funereal vibe to it and I can appreciate that.

Do not go gentle into that good night

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 grieve 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

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Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost

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I would drink brown water out of this cup and call it tea

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'The Dream'. Alfred Boucher. 1896.

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“I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.”

— Atticus

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“Please baby, give in to those urges you have. You’re not evil for loving yourself.”

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peaceful-poetry

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-rupi kaur