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
Thought wise men at their end know dark is right
Because their words have forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their 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 learned, too late, they greived it on it's way
Do not go gentle into that good night

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
And you, my father, there on that sad height
Curse, bless me with you feirce tears, I pray
Do not go gentle into that good night

Rage, rage against the dying of the light
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
Thought wise men at their end know dark is right
Becausetheir words have forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their 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 learned, too late, they greived it on it's way
Do not go gentle into that good night

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
And you, my father, there on that sad height
Curse, bless me with you feirce tears, I pray
Do not go gentle into that good night

Rage, rage against the dying of the light


Author~Dylan Thomas




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