And you, my father, there on the sad height, Corse,bless,me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into th good of night. Rage,rage against the dying of the light.
When I read "Do not go gentle into the good of night", I realized that the theme was that a boy didnt want his father to die. The boy did not care if he got fussed at he just wanted to to see his father. The them made the tone make sense because it was very serious.
Because the tone is serious the word choice makes me feel good. When i read the poemimthink about a dying man on his deathbed. I feel like it's about life because these words keep sticking to me Rage,Grave,Wise. They remind me of a battle. Thats why they stick out to me.