Sunday, November 16, 2014

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night

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 verses are very powerful that the moment I heard it on Interstellar, I made a small note on it. Written by a Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas, about his dying father. To me anything in this format sounds like poem, obviously because I'm not a literature major and I'm probably the last person you should ask about language; however, it was categorized as villanelle as well.

Anyway, by reading the words, you could have feel the force in it. Even though part of what I aspire were more of a peaceful death, or an accepance of the inevitability of an end, but part of me knew this kind of thoughts would still arise. The last moment, to give it a last push and not go in vain. It was that tiny little bit of this that actually existed on the day my father left. I asked, so often, is it that easy - to just leave like that? But I saw the mixture, the struggle, the desire to be alive - and after that, the rest-in-peace part. I guess it was part of a process.

But of course, this poem could be of good use, whenever you are drowning while trying to stay afloat. Remember at least the first few verses, for that is what it must have feel like - to be a live, to want to live - a survival instinct.

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