Hey all! My name is Alli and this is my blog about poetry. As weird as an admission this may be- I love poetry. There is just something differenet about writing a poem then a story or skit/play.
Anyway, this blog is going to be devoted to collecting poems to share with others. For now they will be by famous authors but maybe, eventually, I'll get the courage to put up some of my own. So, enjoy the following poem- and please leave a comment letting me know what you thought of it (you hated it, you loved it, you don't get it- anything you feel like)
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DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT by 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.
