Dylan Thomas

(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 / Swansea / Wales)

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Poem by 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 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.

Form: Villanelle

Comments about Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

  • Tapan M. Saren (4/16/2017 12:08:00 AM)

    Fantastic poem of Dylan....... (Report) Reply

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  • Oratile Diratsagae (4/14/2017 11:54:00 PM)

    this is so good. peace (Report) Reply

  • Sylva-onyema Uba (2/8/2017 8:38:00 AM)

    Do not go gentle into that good night? Well expressed! Sylva (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (12/30/2016 4:47:00 PM)

    tom allport
    fight to the bitter end and never give up. (Report) Reply

  • (12/7/2016 11:36:00 PM)

    Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas
    My father suffered great pain and agony as a survivor of a horrible automobile accident. He fought death bravely until his final breath. I was a 13-year old troubled youth in 1967, and I prayed to Almighty God that my father would survive his severe injuries. My prayer for my father was please, do not go gentle into that good night, rage, rage against the dying of the light! He fought the good fight but God took him away from me. I still love this fabulous villanelle by Dylan Thomas. It has comforted me and has helped me to accept the loss of my hero and best friend, my father, Morris Joseph Foret (1927-1967) . Rest in Peace, my beloved father, your loving son. (Report) Reply

  • P. Mason (11/16/2016 9:32:00 PM)

    Dylan Thomas
    As I'm fighting with age, one can appreciate what a great poem this is; I read it often. (Report) Reply

  • Earnest Gatuma (11/2/2016 1:50:00 PM)

    I love the creativity brought in by that proficient aspect! (Report) Reply

  • (9/14/2016 8:52:00 AM)

    I went blind while writing this poem. You punks are stealing from me. I will find you and I will kill you. Do you know who I am? I'm Dylan Thomas. I'm the guy who's going to burn your house down. Sleep well tonight. Remember God is watching. (Report) Reply

    Kylee M (10/6/2016 8:05:00 AM)

    Hanna loser

  • (9/14/2016 8:44:00 AM)

    Booooooooooooooo I'm a vegan, equalist, and love Starbucks, this quote was sexual harassment. I'm triggered. I'll have you know that I graduated top of my class in the U.S Navy Seals, with over 300 confirmed kills. Btw I'm twelve and didn't even ask my parents permission to be on this site. TUMBLR! ! ! (Report) Reply

    Dylan Thomas (9/14/2016 8:45:00 AM)

    Get the hell off this site.

  • Mizzy ........ (9/3/2016 4:33:00 PM)

    Powerful poem..... Inspirational! (Report) Reply

  • Fathima Usman (7/26/2016 6:43:00 AM)

    Inspiring lines for those who are on the verge of giving up. Movie or not, we all drift away sometimes. This brings us back. (Report) Reply

  • (7/14/2016 6:59:00 AM)

    Such a nice poem. Truly admirable. (Report) Reply

  • Linda Collins (6/12/2016 12:02:00 AM)

    .....do not go gentle into that good night.....? This is a quote; give credit where is due. (Report) Reply

  • David Christopher Lacey (5/16/2016 1:53:00 PM)

    A fantastic poem. I am ashamed to admit I did not know such a well known line was from a work of Dylan Thomas. (Report) Reply

    Markus Zielinski Markus Zielinski (5/20/2016 3:54:00 AM)

    You don´t have to be ashamed. I first heared it in the movie interstellar: D

  • (5/5/2016 12:40:00 PM)

    The curious phrase ' because their words had forked no lightening' what does this mean my guess is they were disappointed with the effect of their wisdom. How did wild men grieve the sun? Perhaps he is just using poetic
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    Jack Brooks (3/24/2017 2:09:00 AM)

    Because, I think forked no lightning means that they always spoke their mind, in that to fork is to say one thing and mean another, as in the snakes fork tongue. So they are honest and that means they can maintain their integrity and not go gentle into the night.
    The point is that the wild men were not bitter and resentful even though there best days are over; they grieve the sun of their youth because they loved it and really felt it. That's why they also are able to not go gentle into that good night- because they lived genuinely

    Jack Brooks (3/24/2017 1:55:00 AM)


    Guy Wilkes (7/17/2016 10:01:00 AM)

    I think of it as when wise men reach the end of their time, and realize that their words hadn't had the impact they were hoping to leave behind, they fight to the end to leave a legacy,

    Dianna Bruner (6/18/2016 10:47:00 PM)

    Men (people) know when death is near and normally accept that fact. He's referring to their powerless ability to stop it, even if they were famous and lived by their words.

    In The second sentence, he's still referring to great men (people) , who've made a difference in this life, shouldn't give up, because there is so much more for them to do.

    Dianna Bruner (6/18/2016 10:40:00 PM)

    Men (people) know that death is coming and normally accept that fact. He's referring to their long and productive lives and now that age is upon them, they're powerless to stop death. Regardless if words were their greatest weapon in life.

    People who've made a difference in life, should remain strong and encourages them to continue on. There is so much more for them to do.

  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/25/2016 7:54:00 AM)

    Against the dying of the light! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

    Dylan Thomas (9/14/2016 8:47:00 AM)

    I have cancer.

  • Moira Cameron (3/9/2016 4:09:00 PM)

    The repetitive nature of this poetic form increases its power! Beautifully done. (Report) Reply

  • (3/7/2016 1:55:00 AM)

    How nicely done. The best example of a villanelle poem (Report) Reply

  • (2/22/2016 8:34:00 PM)

    Beautifully written, a powerful read (Report) Reply

  • (2/16/2016 9:58:00 PM)

    Perhaps it sings that faraway song of the end of creation, the darkness forever and the moment of light. Light is our intellect, souls, birth, and the inner scream we pronounce with utter torment at the ultimate end. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 10, 2016

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