Eguria

  “Do Not Go Gentle into the Good Night”   -DYLANS 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 lighting 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 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 the 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.     About the

                                                                                     “The Journey of the Magi”    -T.S Eliot            “A cold coming we had of it,           Just the worst time of the year           For a journey, and such a long journey:           The ways deep, and the weather sharp,   5        The very dead of winter”           And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,           Lying  down in the melting snow.           There were times we regretted           The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces           And the silken girls bringing sherbet           Then camel men cursing and grumbling   10.     And running away, and wanting their liquor,           and women           And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters           And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly   15.     And the villages dirty and charging high prices.           A hard time we had of it.           At the end we preferred to travel all night           Sleeping in s