Freedom Junky
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i have to read......from he went gentle by geraldine rubia....i do not understand poetry so can someone please help me out with this one.....whats your first impression?.....is the speaker the poet or someone else?...is there rhythm or rhyme?......does the poet appeal to any of your senses?....what is the mood?....is there vivid language?......what about the poet using alliteration, or onomatopoeia or assonance or consonance?......is there simile or metaphor or personification????
Heres the poem:
he went gentle into that good night
and i would not wish it otherwise
for gentle he doubtless came
from that night
his mother being oh so gentle
or, more precise, unruffleable,
and more or less gentlew flowed his life
not all went well, far from it,
but the slings and arrows evoked from him
no more than a shrug and a wry smile
and though some would suggest
he forged the slings and arrows hilmself
who knows that it could have been
any other way
humor he had plenty of, though not
the rambunctious kind
rather the kinda that said to one
who smashed a glass on the kitchen floor
why wait till you had it washed and dried?
that was it, really, in a nutshell
it was always the irony he saw, never the tragedy.
is there any tragedy afterall
but the tragedy of no sense of humor?
Heres the poem:
he went gentle into that good night
and i would not wish it otherwise
for gentle he doubtless came
from that night
his mother being oh so gentle
or, more precise, unruffleable,
and more or less gentlew flowed his life
not all went well, far from it,
but the slings and arrows evoked from him
no more than a shrug and a wry smile
and though some would suggest
he forged the slings and arrows hilmself
who knows that it could have been
any other way
humor he had plenty of, though not
the rambunctious kind
rather the kinda that said to one
who smashed a glass on the kitchen floor
why wait till you had it washed and dried?
that was it, really, in a nutshell
it was always the irony he saw, never the tragedy.
is there any tragedy afterall
but the tragedy of no sense of humor?