Poem 1
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.
The first poem I read was “Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas. I liked the poem because it is very powerful and there is a lot of emotion in it. I also like the rhyme scheme, I had never seen it before but it works well. I don’t think I really relate to the poem. It is about him telling his father that his time has come but don’t leave so easily. I haven’t know anyone that died or went away and that I had told not to go without a fight. I have told the Philly sports teams not go without a fight, which they usually do.
Poem 2
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
The second poem I read was “The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower.” I like the poem because it is different. It is a little confusing, but it’s pretty powerful. I like how Thomas talks about different things in nature, but that death is unavoidable for all of them. I guess I relate to the poem that someday I’ll die and that I have known people that died.
