I chose my absolute favorite poem, Dylan Thomas’ “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” for tonight’s challenge.
Do not go SILENTLY into that good HOUSE,
Old age should PREVAIL and rave at YOUTH of day;
Rage, REBEL against the dying AND the light.
Though LONELY men at their WORST know dark is NIGH,
Because their words HAVE forked no lightning SKYWARD
Do not go QUIETLY into that good LIFE.
Good men, the PEOPLE wave by, crying TEARS bright
Their frail EXISTENCE might have danced ACROSS a green bay,
REFRAIN, rage against the PASSING of the light.
EVIL men who caught ICARUS sang the sun IN flight,
And learn, WAY late, they grieved MUCH on its way,
PLEASE not go gentle TOWARD that good night.
MEAN men, near death, THEY see with blinding FORCE
Blind eyes could STORM like meteors and ARE gay,
Rage, rage IN the dying of LIFE’S light.
And you, ABSENT father, there on SUCH sad height,
Curse, HATE, me now with SUCH fierce tears, I CONCEDE.
Do not go QUICKLY into that good STATE.
Rage, rage against ALWAYS dying of the light.