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Dylan Thomas
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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 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...
Foster The Light
Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon,
Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone,
But strip the twelve-winded marrow from his circle;
Master the night nor serve the snowman's brain
That shapes each bushy item of the air
Into a polestar pointed on an icicle.
Murmur of spring nor crush the cockerel's eggs,
Nor hammer back a season in the figs,
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FUNNY..I make poems to.
A poetic wonder who passed away too young.
yo screw this poem i had to spend 2 months reviewing it for a class i didn't even want to take
Add a commen my hear is smilin
i love this omg yes
inspiring. how does one gain such delicate yet cutting edge use of words in one lifetime.
Amazing yr......😮😮😮
Typo, There won't be there in beg.section of poem.
If he were living during the Golden Age of Greece. He would have been immortalized with his own statue! Ethereal tease! !