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title: Do not go gentle into that good night
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tags: [Poetry]
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style: fill
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color: light
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description:
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
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Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
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Because their words had forked no lightning they
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Do not go gentle into that good night.
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Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
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Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
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And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
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Do not go gentle into that good night.
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Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
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Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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And you, my father, there on the sad height,
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Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
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Do not go gentle into that good night.
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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— _Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953_ |