Go Now So Gently Into That Good Night! Co-write With Sheila Kline

Go Now So Gently Into That Good Night! Co-write With Sheila Kline

A Poem by Rick Puetter
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Inspired by “Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night”, Dylan Thomas, 1914-1953

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We recently learned that a writer and friend of Writer’s Café is facing his final days with friends and family.  And in the knowledge that words are only words, and that oft times even the most graceful of words utterly fail, we offer our most heartfelt prayers.  Our deepest respect.

 

 

Go now so gently into that good night!

 

     Inspired by “Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night”, Dylan Thomas, 1914-1953

 

Go now so gently into that good night,

Unerring faith holds steady at night’s eve;

Soar, soar into the harbor of the light.

 

And at life’s end, the wise hold good as right,

And they revere the grace that good works weave;

Go now so gently into that good night.

 

And at death’s door, good men, they cry how bright

Their trust held strong, a pow'r that ne’er deceives;

Soar, soar into the harbor of the light.

 

Sage men encompass goodness in its might,

And virtue through that faith they do receive;

Go now so gently into that good night.

 

Brave men, near death, who have fought the good fight,

Their journey comes and yet they do not grieve;

Soar, soar into the harbor of the light.

 

And you, Dear Friend, now readied to take flight,

Rejoice with me as life doth take its leave;

Go now so gently into that good night.

Soar, soar into the harbor of the light.

 

 

©2017 Sheila Bowyer Kline & Richard Puetter

All rights reserved individually and together.



Note

 

Our poem is meant to honor and contrast with Dylan Thomas’ poem “Do not go gentle into that good night,” which is repeated below.


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.

 

 

From The Poems of Dylan Thomas, published by New Directions. Copyright © 1952, 1953 Dylan Thomas. Copyright © 1937, 1945, 1955, 1962, 1966, 1967 the Trustees for the Copyrights of Dylan Thomas. Copyright © 1938, 1939, 1943, 1946, 1971 New Directions Publishing Corp. Copyright provided free for educational use.



© 2017 Rick Puetter



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I love the positivity of embracing the storm that will deliver us to the shores of our next destination. We most often grieve and are saddened to see loved ones go, but hopefully there is energy beyond this life wherein our own energy goes into that beautiful oblivion. This is a beautiful homage and tribute.

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Well done, both of you. Would but death were a pleasant experience. No one ever comes back to tell us. But your poem is full of power and optimism. Perhaps, when the physical lights go, we might see the celestial light. I love your phrase, 'the harbour of the light.'

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the positivity of embracing the storm that will deliver us to the shores of our next destination. We most often grieve and are saddened to see loved ones go, but hopefully there is energy beyond this life wherein our own energy goes into that beautiful oblivion. This is a beautiful homage and tribute.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It reminds me on interstellar but hope full and that is why it is good.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful, quite beautiful...

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hello, Rick! :)
This is a great villanelle and a great mirror to the one by Thomas. And, it looks like it was a fun write! The cadence is lovely. It pushed me to read "power" as one syllable, maybe with an accent. Haha.
"who have fought the good fight" - was a slight stumble in the cadence and a bit cliche.
Lovely, thoughtful, and faithful, and well done!

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Relic steered me to Sheila's earlier today. It's a comfort to know there are friends who may care and show honor when we embark upon the final journey as you two have done here. The recipient must feel appreciative. (I know I would)

Posted 7 Months Ago


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