Dylan Thomas

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DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage 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.

Every Night

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Every night, every lonely pensive night

I wander aimlessly in my sensory modalities

The trees with leaves hanging low and sad

Shivering from the cold, merciless wind

Bodies creased, dull and weeping sap

Roots emerging, expanding

Reaching for something else

Have you not seen a sadder setting

Flowers, twisted at the neck

No sun in their presence, don’t know where to look

Frail and thin, no support in their ascending stem

Petals fall and rot, consumed by the crawlers of the night

The stars, distant and lost in space

Away from me, out of my reach

Surrounded by the ill night

Mere specks in the sky; appearing at night, lonely nights

Pulsing, agreeing with my laments

Have you not seen a sadder setting

The moon, the mightiest in the sky

But the loneliest in my eye, no love can match its size

Merely a poignant reminder of the time that has passed me

Moonlight reflects on me

And I feel its sorrow and lonesomeness

My heart is intertwined with this dark natural setting


I do not understand what's in the night
That speaks ever so romantically to some


The mysterious sounds of the night

The creature’s hoot for his distant lover

The beast’s cry for his distant companion

Oh the howling wilderness

Prompting a feeling in me so familiar, one of love

But, love reminds me of yesterday

And I lament more, and more, and more

Have you not seen a sadder setting

Nature, I feel your longing too

I have lost my light too soon

The ineluctable night creeps and does its deed

Prompting feelings one thought he had lost

No, I have not seen a sadder setting

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My Letter Poem "Tell Me"

Tell me. How do you make it seem so effortless? In a sea of people. In a sea of utilitarian things. All hiding behind gray clouds. You emerge. You capture my eyes and all I can see is you. They march but you stand. Marching to get to where they go to learn what they already know. Why must life be a process? You eliminate all my insecurities. Nature being consumed by this utilitarian being. You’re the last bit of natural beauty left in my world. I hope you see yourself as useless. Useful things bring uniformity. With a beauty like yours, you should illuminate. Broaden the narrow focal point in which everyone sees. Is it too soon to tell you I love you? I rather stay as I am. Looking from a distance. A distance. Oh how distant we are. Nameless beauty afar, I write to you to tell you what I am thinking, what I am feeling, and, above all, to tell you to remain the way you are.

The morning gusts of wind bring me your unfamiliar scent. I enjoy it, and want to bathe in it. Cleanse myself. The Sun shines on your delicate and smooth, curvaceous and undefined shape. Your figure, so unfamiliar. And your garments. Crafted by hand? They sway freely with the slight movements you make. You’re colorful. And your color gives color to my grayish days. Your chest a canvas. Lovely place for art. I see a heart. Are you in love? A heart breaking from chains. Who are you? I feel you, though I know nothing of you. I want to know you. Your name.  Must be pleasing to pronounce. I love you more with each breath. If you were to look my way, I wouldn’t know what to do. But, I do know what you could do. There’s so much about you. You’re different. I hope for the world to be more like you. Overtime. Sometime.

In the distance I see you. In the distance no one else does. Or cares to. I write to you to tell you I think I love you. Don’t find it strange; just take it as a compliment. A butterfly in front of me. Uniform and mechanical caterpillars all around me. Biting at me. But you broke my routine, and made me see something I am not use to seeing. Crafted by hand. Who and/or what determines what is good for me? What is beautiful for me? Is it in output? Money? You are priceless my dearest and mysterious beauty. Multi-dimensional. True definition of happiness. Not a thing. Womanly. I hope you write me back. As always, I will be here.

Sincerely,

Your Distant Admirer

Neruda Imitation Poem

Tonight I Can Write
Michael R.

Tonight I can write the happiest lines.

Write, for example, “The sky nestles the stars and the stars pulse and glister in her eyes.”

The wind carries the transparent love through the infinite sky.

Tonight I can write the happiest lines.

I love her, and I hope she loves me the same.

Nights like these I hold her in my arms.

Her irresistible lips meet mine under the stream of nightlights.

Impossible to look into those eyes and not see the joy of the night.

She loves me, and I hope I love her the same.

Her voice matches the gentleness of the night.

Her body bright, and falling onto mine like the Sun to the horizon.

Tonight, and every night, I can write the happiest lines.

To know that I have her. To feel her intimacy.

An empty pasture, not so empty with her.

The distant stars, not so distant beside her.

What else matters? The night is beautiful and so is she.

That is all. 

We wish, if this to be a dream, to never wake.

Or if this to be nature, to never sleep.

A dose of love relieves lonesomeness.

Love seems eternal. How to keep it that way is the question.

Because I have just found love, there are more verses to write.

All about our natural love, these are the first lines I write for her.