Reply to Dylan Thomas

I absolutely love Dylan Thomas’ poem for his father: the words, the glorious sound when they are read out loud, the wonderful imagery.  However, I have never agreed with him, especially after the death of my own father.  So this is a reply to Dylan Thomas–and in its own strange way, an homage as well.  It will clearly reveal who is the greater poet–D.T.

Go brashly bold into that splendid day

Old age should wear a mantle glorious

Sing, sing against the falsehoods of the dark.

*

Though foolish men make much of their abyss

And rage their angst against their soon demise

Go brashly bold into that splendid day.

*

Stong men, who tried and failed, when death comes by

Their frail deeds now a diadem of praise

Sing, sing against the falsehoods of the dark.

*

Brave men who stayed the day, though fail they must,

Surprised shall find the laurel on their brow,

Go brashly bold into that splendid day.

*

Glad men, near death, who peer beyond the dark

Can see the truth that night gives way to-day

Sing, Sing against the falsehoods of the dark.

*

And you, my father, on your bed of pain,

Love, bless me now, with tears of joy, I pray

Go brashly brave into that splendid day

Sing, sing against the falsehoods of the dark.

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