Villanelle
och Villanellen är hittills min favvodiktform.
Spana in Dylan Thomas Villanelle:
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.
Och i två ganska irrelevanta sidenotes.
1. Det finns vissa som påstår att Dylan Tomas är den poet som fick Bob Dylan att välja just Dylan som sitt efternamn (istället för hans egna Zimmerman)
2. Jag gick en gång i samma klass som en söt liten tjej som hette Poesi.
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