Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

 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 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 its 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 now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

by Dylan Thomas
 

Dylan Thomas

1. The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas: The Original Edition
2. The Poems of Dylan Thomas, New Revised Edition [with CD]
3. The Collected Stories (New Directions Paperbook)
4. Selected Poems 1934-1952, New Revised Edition
5. Dylan Thomas: The Caedmon Collection

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To pass time in idleness (usually followed by around).

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A fool; a simpleton.

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