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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
by gerdesj 5y ago
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.
That Welsh bloke had a pretty decent turn of word.
- TedDoesntTalk 5y agoI’ve always loved this poem and wish I understood all of it. Is there an annotated version you’d recommend?
- gerdesj 5y agoIs English a second language for you? I note back ticks - ` instead of single quotes - ' To be honest, I don't think you need this poem to be explained to you by someone else - it is what you make of it. The language used is so simple - no word has more than two syllables. The reason you love it is because that Welsh bloke is so skillful in his turn of phrase and how he deploys words. He slaps words on a page and each word has a cadence, set of syllables and a rhythm. He knows how to bolt words together and intertwine them into a poem. You already know what this poem means because you have already said that you have always loved it. Perhaps you should read it to someone close to you and discuss it ...