Posted by: paywindow7 | July 26, 2013

Do not go gentle…

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 lightening 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 learn, too late, they grieved 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 the sad height,
curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that dark night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

By: Dylan Thomas


Responses

  1. I was just thinking about this poem a few days ago. It really is beautiful.

    • I agree, it has always been a favorite of mine as well as is his “I See The Boys of Summer”. I could always envision him writing those late some night after an evening of bar hopping in Wales. Same as Robert Service and his “The Men Who Don’t Fit In”. Perhaps I share some DNA with those two.


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