Poetry Sunday: Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

It is perhaps Dylan Thomas' most famous poem, a poem he wrote to/for his father. If you are not a Thomas fan, never studied English literature and are not familiar with him at all you've probably heard of this poem in one context or another. I have featured it here once before but it has been a few years ago and it seems it may be time for it again. Time to remind ourselves not to go gentle into that good night and to continue to rage, rage against the dying of the light. After all, "Old age should burn and rave at close of day."

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.

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 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.