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| Helleborus x nigercors 'Honeyhill Joy' 17 January 2026 |
Do not go gentle into that good night _ Dylan Thomas
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
My eldest daughter called me last night and we talked for almost two hours. She was pleasantly obsessed in quoting the above poem by Dylan Thomas.
Because I like to please my daughters I wondered how I could use the poem in a blog. Because today is a lazy Saturday, after going in my bike I got on the bed with my two cats. I felt a bit restless and decided to go to my oficina. On the floor I saw the hellebores I scanned yesterday. I tried something different and scanned one as it was.
I believe that the image is of a flower that has not given up on its essence of being a hellebore. As we used to say in my boarding school in Austin, Texas in the late 50s, “So there.”
