Sound and Structure in Poems by Dylan Thomas and W. B. Yeats Answers

Read the excerpt from "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.

Read the excerpt from "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love;

Read the excerpt from "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.

Read the excerpt from "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 theyDo not go gentle into that good night.

Read the excerpt from "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love;

Read the excerpt from a poem a student wrote.I saw a man who had a dog.She wanted nothing that I had.I saw a woman with a frogShe smiled but seemed a little sad.I wonder if I'll ever know,I wonder if I'll ever see,Where man and woman had to go,If man and woman would be _________.

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Which statement best describes how the topic of death is treated differently in "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" and "Do not go gentle into that good night"?

Read the excerpt from "Do not go gentle into that good night."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 sightBlind 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.

Read the excerpt from "Do not go gentle into that good night."Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir 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 sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.