Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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 works 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. Dylan Thomas / The Poems of Dylan Thomas, New Directions Publishing 1971. This poem is in the public domain.