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 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.
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 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.
My thoughts:
I understand what Dylan Thomas was trying to relay with this poem. His thoughts on death and his everlasting words riddle complexity as my eyes gaze on this poem. He simply didn't want anyone to give up, to keep on living, to fight against the cruelty of the end. Even though it may look so nice. Or it could be that he wanted to show what some men want and what age can begin to show after so long...
I suppose death does judge whether we have done something with ourselves during the light. Of course that's simply my understanding of it.
I suppose death does judge whether we have done something with ourselves during the light. Of course that's simply my understanding of it.