Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

 

By

 

Dylan Thomas

(1914-1953)

 

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.

 

(Dylan Thomas talks about wise men, good men, wild men, grave men….in short, every type of person.  No matter who you are, he advocates that when you get old, don't give up.  But this poem is not just about old persons.  Make your entire life a battle, a struggle to create, to become the most wondrous loving person you can possibly become!  Why?  Because you have more work to accomplish that anyone can accomplish in one lifetime.  Dylan lived his own life accordingly.  He was a wild bohemian poet.  He also was a brilliant reader of poetry and this poet from Wales was enormously successful in the three years from 1950 to 1953 when he was in America reading his poems.  However, he never mastered the art of balance and so he drank way too much and died early and suddenly in New York.)