A new appreciation for poetry

I’m not normally much of a one for poetry.  I read a lot of fiction (most of it mystery and thrillers) – and I’ve tried my hand at writing fiction, but I feel I do better with essays and non-fiction articles.

But there are a few poems that really hit me – such as this one:

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 that 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)

Thomas wrote this while his father was dying – which has to be one of the most painful situations a human being can find himself in.  But I believe the words of the poem can be applied to other situations.

To me, it says, don’t let go of the good parts of life so easily. Don’t say, “This is okay, I accept it” – if the truth is that it’s NOT okay and it’s going to take a long time to accept it.

Sometimes life sucks and we have to accept things.  But even if we put a good face on it for the benefit of others – it’s okay to admit it to yourself when something really sucks and you’re not happy about it.

Posted by SmartKat at 16:09 on January 24th, 2014 at 4:09PM (updated Jan 24th, 2014)

1-2 of 2 Comments

Robert09

Posted on 11:23AM on Apr 1st, 2014
One of my favourite poems of all time

diablesse34

Posted on 05:50AM on May 6th, 2014
I’ve always loved this poem, and I love your interpretation of it.

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SmartKat

Born, went to school, went to work, will die someday. Fluent in English, sarcasm, and profanity. Open-minded skeptic, INTP in the Myers-Briggs, 5-Investigator (or Observer) in the Enneagram, Sagittarius in astrology, Pitta/Kapha in the Ayurvedic system. Likes: Music, books, reading, paid time off from work. Dislikes: Authoritarians, micromanagement, illogic, and asparagus.

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