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Do not go gentle into that bad storm
Sunday, 11 October 2009 13:33Do not go gentle into that bad storm,
Sore joints will ache and rave at seizing up;
Rage, rage against the overhumid warm.
As wise physicians at wit's end inform,
That state is sporked, and in the lightning's cup
Do not go gentle into that bad storm.
Good fathers, back at home, crying to reform
The frail words they had spoken as they supped,
Rage, rage against the overhumid warm.
Wild weathermen who sang the winds in flight,
And grieve, too late, the damages closeup,
Do not go gentle into that bad storm.
Grave men, arthritic, creak retired forms
Their limbs too stiff to play with young swift pups,
Rage, rage against the overhumid warm.
And you, my friend, with messages a-swarm,
Curse, bless the climate that fucks you up.
Do not go gentle into that bad storm.
Rage, rage against the overhumid warm.
---L.
Sore joints will ache and rave at seizing up;
Rage, rage against the overhumid warm.
As wise physicians at wit's end inform,
That state is sporked, and in the lightning's cup
Do not go gentle into that bad storm.
Good fathers, back at home, crying to reform
The frail words they had spoken as they supped,
Rage, rage against the overhumid warm.
Wild weathermen who sang the winds in flight,
And grieve, too late, the damages closeup,
Do not go gentle into that bad storm.
Grave men, arthritic, creak retired forms
Their limbs too stiff to play with young swift pups,
Rage, rage against the overhumid warm.
And you, my friend, with messages a-swarm,
Curse, bless the climate that fucks you up.
Do not go gentle into that bad storm.
Rage, rage against the overhumid warm.
—23 June 2005
Written during hurricane season for a friend with fibromyalgia in Florida.---L.