Dying of the Light

Dying of the Light

“Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

The closing lines of the Dylan Thomas poem, “Do not go gentle into that good night” have always struck me as lines of great determination.

The writer willing you to fight against all the odds and not to give up.

These lines, coupled with the fading light in the evening sky, are the inspiration behind the design Dying of the Light.

Across the sky, the inky blue fingers of darkness crept, growing, growing ever larger, snuffing out the last of the daylight.

Daylight did not give up the ghost so easily, though, it fought with all its might, and, through the darkening sky, streaks of bright light remained until the very end.

Each evening in the sky, you will find those closing lines.

Dying of the Light is a wide crescent shaped shawl.

Sections of garter stitch in the main colour, feature staggered eyelets creeping across the width of the shawl.

Just as things begin to settle into a soothing rhythm, sweeps of the contrasting colour are added across the width of the shawl in short rows.

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage 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.

Dylan Thomas

“Empty needles are the pen with which I create my story, yarn is my ink.” – Ruth