Write a personal narrative in which you describe and refelct on your own experience in nature.
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Answer (You didn't tell me what poem and which stanza) Is it this poem? :
"Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas
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.
What images does Thomas create with his words in this stanza (what do you see in your head based on his descriptions)?:
Thomas wrote "Do not go gentle into that good night" during a very specific moment in Dylan Thomas's life. His father, David John Thomas, had first introduced him to the wonder of language by reading him Shakespeare before bed at night. Thomas's father was a grammar school teacher, but he had always wanted to be a poet but was never able to realize his dream. Thomas wrote "Do not go gentle into that good night" because his father was dying.
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