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.
Wise men who caught and sung 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 is the Jimi Hendrix, Luciano Pavarotti, Beethoven of poetry. Let’s
listen to aria he makes of his poem to his father:
But
even if we didn’t have the benefit of this recording, the words, themselves,
sing. If someone did not know English,
they would still physically get the tenor and emotion of his poem. I have been relishing this poem in classes
for over thirty years, and am still discovering layers of meaning. There are portions of the poems which I can’t
explain to myself—all to the best.
“Do
Not Go Gentle…” is a villanelle—Poetry
by the Numbers: (2) 3- and 4- Line Stanzas with two recurring lines: the
first and the third. Already we have a
dirge like, keening established rhythm—coming back and back to the same thought,
obsessively, as if that might change the situation. The recurring lines also underscore the
plaintive tone of the son pleading the father to fight death. The long string of single syllables in line one—gentled
only by the two-syllable gentle and into, like catches in the
throat—pounds, pounds, pounds at the father, like a physician pounding at the chest
of a patient to jolt the heart back to beating.
But rhythm is not all that drives meaning in this poem.
In a previous post, Nims's
Sound Frequencies, we explored the energies of vowel sounds. You might want
to (re)read it now. Here is the Nims’ chart:
Let’s hold up the line to
the light of sound frequencies:
Do
not go gentle into that good night.
We start with the lowest of the low frequency, and
therefore least energetic vowel sound—oo. Dad is almost off the radar—flat-lining. The narrator finds him there, and from there
zigs up and down the scale to lift the line to the lowest high-frequency night.
DoL notM goL genMtleM inM toL
thatM goodL nightH.
Schematically,
the line trills as this:
night in
gen
that
tle
not
not
good
go
Do to
Trace your finger from syllable to syllable to feel
the tug against gravity—graveness, grave—as the vowel frequencies struggle to
rise to third from the top—just over the middle line, not to the top two
frequencies of bay and bee. Exhausting. As it is exhausting to try to revive a dying
man. This line recurs four times in the
poem.
Here’s
the second line—an insistent pounding of single syllables throughout:
OldL ageH shouldL
burnM andM raveH atM closeL
ofM dayH;
There’s
been a rise in momentum, as the penultimate lowest frequency leaps to the
penultimate highest:
age rave day
and at
burn
of
should
Old
close
Although we’re not at the bottom oo as we are in
the first line—we have risen one frequency with age, rave, day—although not
to the top ee.
Now
here’s the other recurring line:
RageH, rageH aM gainstM theM dyH ingM ofM theM lightH.
RageH, rageH aM gainstM theM dyH ingM ofM theM lightH.
We start and end with the penultimate highest energy vowels—some
wallowing in the middle in the middle—but no low frequency vowels drag down
this important line that will end the poem with resounding assertion.
Rage rage
dy light
ing
gainst
a the of the
The whole poem sings with these variations
of sound frequencies that embody the struggle of the son to rouse his father to
die like a soldier in battle.
Be awake to the dance of sound
frequencies of vowels. Notice the
patterns and use them to enrich your interpretations. When writing poetry, craft them for sound
frequency variations that create effects that embody your current intent. Know, though, that the sounds will take over
intuitively if the poem is alive. Follow
and support their music.
© Susanna Rich, 2020
Works Cited:
Sound
Frequency Chart: Nims, John Frederick, and David Mason. Western Wind. 5th ed. New
York: McGraw, 2000.
Texts:
Nims, John Frederick, and David Mason. Western Wind. 5th ed. New
York: McGraw, 2000.
Because I Can Teach:
Playing Literature Like Music (1) Introduction
Playing Literature Like Music (2) Sound Frequencies
Allow me to say first, that I am grateful for the video because I played it while reading. i wanted and practically needed to hear Dylan Thomas's voice. I chose to place my computer speakers by my ears (of course not loud) but I could feel the vibration of the words and the switch in frequency. I always loved the British (Wales) accent but it helped so much in hearing the sentiment of each word for his father. Not sure of the medical machines back then but it's a possibility that Dylan saw his father's heartbeat on the monitor and it triggered/inspired words for the poem.
ReplyDeleteTo put Dylan in a class with Jimi Hendrix, Beethoven and Luciano Pavarotti is beyond an honour. I am familar with all these men and I believe their talent is avant-garde. Though many will and may have already attempted to copy or imitate, the sound of these men belong to them.
I remember hearing the title of this poem before of course not associated with the poem but more as a clique of some sort.Dylan’s voice actually reminds me of an original British Dark Shadows radio episode. It’s strange when watching the video, his voice doesn’t seem like it belongs to him, probably the look in his eyes. So far, I've listened to it twice while writing this. I actually enjoyed it and it does give you a different feeling each time.
Meagan AWP 5000
First of all WOAH!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteBefore I played the video, I read it once, and started to notice the rhythm and then the second time I sung it. For the third time I played the video that went along with this post and it was not what I expected. They way Dylan Thomas read this poem was completely different on how I read it. but the did not change the fact of the emotions and tone of each stanza. There were some parts where I was confused and threw me off , from how I interpreted it. But this son wrote about his father and who he was. The poem over all is deep and every word if heavy meaning. It changes every time I read it.
AWP 4000
Within our time together in this class, I have cited this specific blog post many times. When drafting papers, I tend to regret to recall the importance of verbalization on speech. When listening to the tempo and rhythm of Dylan Thomas' reading of "Do not go gentle into that good night," it is hard to deny that the rhythm of speech and the rhythm of written text go hand in hand. To read something without intonation robs the work of its soul. Words take on so much more than their definitions. Their meaning are affected by what they sound like just as much as they are by what they mean. Within frequencies, the emotion of a word comes from the energy of each individual syllable. A low-frequency sound tugs a word down like an anchor, where a high-frequency sound bobs like a buoy. It is within the dance of sound frequencies that words take on various moods. Struggles may be hidden in a text, but come to light within its sounds. Complex emotions like love, lust, distaste, and contempt can hide beneath clever phrases but reveal themselves within the rhythm of noise. This post taught me a lot about understanding the complexities of text, and the music that lies beneath the words we read.
ReplyDelete“Playing Literature Like Music: (4) Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gentle..." I like the blog posts that relate literature to music. I am a fan of both writing and music and putting them together is something special. Before Dr. Rich’s class I never really thought I could write papers solely on how one word can sound, if I am being honest I still can not personally write 4-5 pages on one word and it’s sound, but hopefully one day I can dive deep enough to do so. “Do Not Go Gentle…” I have heard this poem so many times and similar to Dr. Rich I see how every time something new can be discovered. I have been doing a lot of independent reading lately and it feels so much more real when you get to pick what you want to read and what YOU want to analyze. I love freedom and sometimes I feel like school takes that away. Words sing to me when I get to read for my own pleasure. I like the freedom Dr. Rich tries to give us.
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