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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...
I See The Boys Of Summer
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I see the boys of summer in their ruin
Lay the gold tithings barren,
Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils;
Theire in their heat the winter floods
Of frozen loves they fetch their girls,
And drown the cargoed apples in their tides.
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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! !