the flickering light ignites a fear
the menacing billowing dimness
evokes a fear that the light would
join the darkness to obliterate a dream
there as it flickers - a little yellow lady
kneeling in ferocious prayers -
almost to its last, another set of fire
bursts into action and rages in a towering
inferno against the dyling of the light
against the dying of a wish, against
the dying of a torch of courage that
has kept this poetic path alighted
in the worst of storms
by john tiong chunghoo
inspired by
Dylan's Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
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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 that 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.
Dylan Thomas
john tiong chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-dylan-thomas-do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night/
