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Do Not Go Gentle
Into That Good Night
by
Dylan Thomas
Page 2 of 8 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.
Page 3 of 8 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.
Page 4 of 8 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.
Page 5 of 8 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.
Page 6 of 8 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.
Page 7 of 8 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.
