Saturday, October 1, 2011

Dylan Thomas

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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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.
by Dylan Thomas


Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve 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 the 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.



Oct. 27, 1914 was the birthday of great-hearted, Welsh poet (and celebrated drunkard) Dylan Thomas (d. 1953). Possessor of one of the great reading voices of the 20th century Dylan Thomas was famous for his reading tours in both the US and Europe. He died in New York, where he was performing in his own play Under Milk Wood

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