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Do Not Go Gently
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2006 Poetry 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
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
Death comes to all who live and breathe,
though unwelcome when it lays its hand.
Tears and sadness upon our furrowed brow,
anger in our heart against the infinite darkness.
Then will come the day we all regret and abhor,
which should hold feelings of rage and might.
One who helped raise us through the years,
who gave us joy and shared his wisdom.
He who taught us how to stand and fight,
and you, my father, there on the sad height.
It should not be embraced when it's at the door,
don't change your ways just because now old.
Think back to days when young and strong,
with never the thought of loss and limb.
Fierce beliefs and strengths mustered from within,
you who stood firm ground should never sway.
Life ingrained deep within your shell of flesh,
can't be thrown to the dark without last breath.
Dying should not come easy, do not dismay,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Remember she who cries while praying for thee,
you are her strength to help her through.
Memories of youth and sweetness of love,
that lasted for these seemingly few short years.
Thee who stood tall and gallant through her fears,
you are her one and only shining knight.
Hear me father I'm your loving son,
fight the doom that's in your heart.
Get thee mad, do not take flight,
do not go gentle into that good night.
Time has come to fight the eternal beast,
your will is strong though your heart is weak.
Day turns into night and into day again,
each rise of the sun has you laugh in its face.
I see that look so deep and dark in your eyes,
you know that avoidance will give it no delight.
Take your anger and use it to your advantage,
never giving limp to what you know what is right.
Push through the pain for I know your plight,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Awarded New Horizion's
and also
Ink Stained Musings
This is written in GLOSA style.
The glosa is an early Renaissance form that was developed by poets of the Spanish court in the 14th and 15th centuries. In a glosa, tribute is paid to another poet. The opening quatrain, called a cabeza, is by another poet, and each of their four lines are imbedded elsewhere in the glosa.
The opening quatrain is followed by four stanzas, each of which is generally ten lines long, that elaborate or "glosses" on the cabeza chosen. Each ending line (10th line) of the four following stanzas is taken from the cabeza.
The usual rhyme scheme of a glosa is final word rhyming of the 6th, 9th and the borrowed 10th lines.
