Do Not Go Gentle into That Good NightDo 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.IIThough wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.IIIGood men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.IVWild 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.VGrave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.VIAnd 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.======
I took photo of half-moon outside my balcony at half past five this evening. Darkness was just about to descend. It was a beautiful brisk sunny day, hence the blueness of the sky. I thought it appropriate for this Dylan Thomas poem that is on the Leaving Cert curriculum 2013.
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night – Dylan Thomas [1914-1953]
- Dylan Thomas was born at home in Swansea, Wales in 1914.
- His parents were middle class. His father was a schoolmaster in English at the local grammar school.
- Dylan Thomas was anxious in himself as a child and sometimes unwell.
- He was often absent from school and dropped out at sixteen. He preferred to read on his own.
- He did very well in English and reading, but neglected other subjects.
- As a poet it is clear that Dylan Thomas enjoyed playing with language.
- ‘Do Not…
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