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

  • (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

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  • (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

  • (5/15/2018 8:15:00 AM)

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  • (5/12/2018 5:35:00 PM)

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    do not take no sh*t from nobody Already Reported Reply

    (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

  • (3/26/2018 6:31:00 PM)

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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

  • (3/2/2018 11:26:00 AM)


    Go Boldly pharmaceutical has done this justice. (Report) Reply

  • (2/25/2018 5:32:00 AM)


    Perfect for a Funeral oration (Report) Reply

  • (2/20/2018 5:43:00 PM)


    Nice to hear (Report) Reply

  • (2/15/2018 7:22:00 AM)

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    (Dylan Tomas) isnt the real deal i am h is a lir Already Reported Reply

  • (2/8/2018 2:28:00 PM)


    i eat donkey for lunch (Report) Reply

  • (2/7/2018 2:33:00 PM)


    im still alive lol and i know, its a good poem. (Report) Reply

    (2/12/2018 1:16:00 PM)

    no your not because Dylan Thomas died in 1953

  • (2/7/2018 2:30:00 PM)


    i am still alive lol hello (Report) Reply

  • (2/5/2018 2:34:00 PM)


    im still alive lol why do you think this was good? (Report) Reply

    (6/11/2018 12:27:00 PM)

    If you're still alive, have you topped your own 18 straight whiskeys record yet?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 10, 2016


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