I will go gentle into that good night

I will go gentle into that good night
I will not rage against but embrace the dying of the light

I will tip toe secretly up to the slipping dawn
and surrender myself to the world of sleepers

I will throw myself in
arms spread wide
dance, spin, collide
take flight
into that other realm

I step gently into that good night
That sweet scented night
of mystery and fear,
escape and release.

From it I will drink,
Long deep draughts
and spill its secrets
allow them to run their course
dance through my veins
illuminate my mind
Reveal all that was once unknown,
forgotten,
lost.

I will go gentle into that good night
Allow it to sweep me up in its fierce, benevolent embrace
Carry me home
Tears of joy I shed

For all we know
death –
is but the prelude to life

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This is my take and response (many years later) to an incredible poem that I studied long ago at school. It is a well known poem titled ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ by Dylan Thomas.
Although, I have aquired a slightly different perspective on death… :)

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage 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.

Comments

  • silvercircles
    silvercirclesover 4 years ago

    This was just so amazing to read! I love your take on Dylan Thomas’s classic.

  • Thank you so much Rebie.
    I know that it’s totally different and not as poetically structured as Dylan Thomas’, but it holds true for me, and I found great comfort in writing this. Thank you stopping by and reading my work. I so appreciate your visits. x

    – Mikyle

  • Erika .
    Erika .over 4 years ago

    You are incredible….

    The power of your words give me chills…
    This is one of your most beautiful, one of the most true to your spirit. I feel this poem in my bones. xxx

  • My beautiful Erika.
    You are too kind. x

    – Mikyle

  • George Coombs
    George Coombsover 4 years ago

    A powerful and well written piece Milkye – I know the original poem and Dylan Thomas’ work well and have visited the area in Wales where he was born and lived much of his early life, this is excellent work

  • Thank you George.
    This is one of the poems that I have studied that has had a big impact on me.
    Dylan’s words have remained in my mind for many years and I felt that it was time now for me to respond in my own form and train of thought. x

    – Mikyle

  • Angiel7
    Angiel7over 4 years ago

    Amen…nice response to the study :)

  • Thank you so much. x

    – Mikyle

  • BiographyofRed8
    BiographyofRed8over 4 years ago

    this poem has such a strong ending, there is a strength through the lines, a determination and the joy of surrender to the unknown, brilliant writing

  • Thank you Red. x

    – Mikyle

  • Blake Steele
    Blake Steelealmost 4 years ago

    This one leaps over the abyss in a gentle abandonment of pure trust. Some may consider a love of death to be morose, and it could be. But the other side of the coin glimmers with gold: “Intimations of Immortality.” Some, for unknown reasons, remember beyond rational knowing the bigger picture, the only one that makes sense of it all, (a higher rational) and their heart-stone points unwaveringly towards that mysterious star that is forever pure in Light.

    “Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,

    But trailing clouds of glory do we come
    From God, who is our home…"
    Wordsworth

  • Blake, you are amazing… Your words are so appropriate, so fitting. You have transcended this realm of reality and are dancing and dipping your pen into the incredible depths of the connected, infinite and unlimited consciousness… I appreciate your comments so much and your insights are mindblowing and affriming of my specific thoughts at this very point in time… So much is going on and I watch in wonder, drenched in joy as the universe unfolds. For all….

    – Mikyle

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