I didn't connect with as many of these poems as I would have liked. But it contains one of my all time favorites (Do not go gentle into that good night), and I found several lines throughout that I liked. "And from the first declension of the flesh/I learnt man's tongue, to twist the shapes of thoughts/Into the stony idiom of the brain/To shade and knit anew the patch of words/Left by the dead who, in their moonless acre/need no words warmth." ?