Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Words: 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