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

  • Sandra N Sneed (8/10/2018 9:56:00 PM)

    I always found this poem intriguing. (Report) Reply

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  • (7/24/2018 10:37:00 AM)

    Well done poem, very popular. People sometimes quote it, Do not go gentle in that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. To me, (in a way) one of my thoughts for what he means is, do not go calmly when you are near/on death. Rage, rage, and fight it. Wise men, when they're words are not heard, rage agianst the darkness that comes for them. Make them hear. Ect. (Report) Reply

  • (7/23/2018 6:59:00 PM)

    these words help me to face my own death (Report) Reply

  • (7/16/2018 1:37:00 AM)

    Thank you for the reminder, courtesy of a friend. (Report) Reply

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  • (6/26/2018 9:21:00 PM)

    Love, love, love this poem... (Report) Reply

  • (6/3/2018 6:15:00 PM)

    When the one person who reads the poem fails to realize that it's written in iambic pentameter and is reading it completely wrong... (Report) Reply

  • (5/25/2018 4:12:00 PM)

    I love this poem, as it is an allegory telling us to keep holding on to life, as it is a gift from God. At our end we know dark is right, or that we will die sooner or later, but as life is important, we should try to keep it. Willpower, when aided by the Lord God, is one of the strongest things on our Earth, helping many people pull through the illnesses and injuries that are inevitable on earth. (Report) Reply

    (7/24/2018 10:40:00 AM)

    I think your thoughts on this poem are very accurate, and if not, a better definition or meaning most other people give. Awesome!

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    (5/31/2018 11:12:00 AM)

    why the do people do this bullshit. some people you can trust. but some people you can be like go suck a ball sack dumbass. you ************************ you

  • (5/11/2018 8:40:00 AM)

    hi poeple i like this poem because.......

    i do
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  • (4/26/2018 11:36:00 AM)

    i feel it should be recited faster, which more decisive stridency. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/10/2018 4:13:00 PM)

    Probably my favourite poem. (Report) Reply

  • (4/2/2018 1:57:00 PM)

    Enjoyed reading this poem than you Alan (Report) Reply

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  • (3/4/2018 12:53:00 PM)

    Brilliant. I have known of this poem for many years. It gets more real as I get older (Report) Reply

    (7/21/2018 11:32:00 PM)

    Yes, it does get more real with age. I am 87, and I find it uplifting and encouraging.

  • (3/2/2018 11:26:00 AM)

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  • (2/25/2018 5:32:00 AM)

    Perfect for a Funeral oration (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 10, 2016

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