Friday, July 29, 2011


The prompt was to take the last line of a poem that you like and make it the first of yours. I chose "Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas after doing some poetry research since the only poem I could even remember was "The Road not taken"

Rage, rage against the dying of the light
But why fear you the Lord your soul to take
death should no longer give you such fright

For if you are his salt and light
and all your life is lived for his sake
Rejoice for even in death your future is bright

And be awed by the hoped for sight
that pierced hands will someday make
as your heart in your chest grows tight

The enemy no more you will need fight
as his outstretched hand you choose to take
His word alone will cast back the night

Rage, rage against the dying of the light
but not the dying that death will make
Rage, rage against the lost soul's plight

(And I'm pretty sure that's awful poetry, but I'm not a poet and don't I know

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