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POEM: Dylan Thomas’ ‘do not go gentle into that good night

by Dylan Thomas, 1946.

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at the close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words have forked no lighting they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced into that 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 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.

 

Dylan Thomas was a critically acclaimed poet during the Second World War. He was born in Wales in 1914 and passed away from a coma on his fourth visit to New York at the age of 39. Thomas, a son of an English teacher, was educated at the Swansa Grammar School and did news reporting and broadcast in addition he wrote radio and movie scripts. He abrupt passing was during a poetry reading tour in NYC and Thomas was survived by his wife, Caitlyn MacNamara Thomas, and three young children.

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