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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
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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 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.
Dylan Thomas
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Arnold Godbert
(5/4/2009 5:52:00 PM) |
This is a particular favourite of mine by Dylan Thomas,
it so reminds me of that very sad December afternoon
in 1970 a fortnight before christmas, when my father was
taken from us, the world had changed forever.
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Kevin Straw
(5/2/2009 5:42:00 AM) |
Great poem, but I prefer Yeats' attitude to old age: 'An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.' I hope I clap my hands and sing when my light is dying.
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nothing over
(4/27/2009 11:14:00 PM) |
Great poem, check out my poems too
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Deborah Schuff
(4/22/2009 1:45:00 PM) |
This poem always brings to mind my mother. The two are intertwined and have been from the first time I read this powerful poem.
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Andrew Hoellering
(4/4/2009 8:16:00 PM) |
Dylan Thomas’s most famous poem speaks to and for us all. We want those we love to ‘ rave at close of day’ and not go ‘gentle into that good night’ because it shows they love us as much as we love them.
What continues to amaze after all these years is the originality of the images contained within the three-line stanza, with its alternating refrain.
I know the poem by heart, but when I recite it I change the first line of the last verse to ‘And you my father, alone on the sad height.’
I wonder whether the great Dylan would approve?
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Christina Smith
(3/30/2009 2:13:00 AM) |
such a strong meaning! ! !
If theres no hope at-all just
FIGHT FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE WHEN NO-ONE IS FIGHTING FOR YOU!
your soul can be empty but you still fight and then YOUR ONE DAMN STRONG PERSON! ! ! ! !
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Rico Avila
(3/28/2009 6:57:00 PM) |
One of my favorite poems. I would not change a word. Changing to 'and you, my father' to 'and you're my father' hints that your father does not yet know he is your father.......
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Andrew Hoellering
(3/24/2009 3:42:00 AM) |
Dylan Thomas’s most famous poem speaks to and for us all. We want those we love to ‘ rave at close of day’ and not go ‘gentle into that good night’ because it shows they love us as much as we love them.
What continues to amaze after all these years is the originality of the images contained within the three-line stanza, with its alternating refrain.
I know the poem by heart, but when I recite it I change the first line of the last verse to ‘And you’re my father, alone on the sad height.’
I wonder whether the great Dylan would approve?
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Göran Gustafsson
(2/20/2009 11:49:00 AM) |
Another Dylan, Bob Dylan wrote: 'He not busy being born is busy dying.'
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