Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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 that 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.

by Dylan Thomas

Comments (198)

Such a sorrowful story. I read this poem lying in bed. It is raining behind the window. I have been seriously ill for quite a time. The rain is not strong. It’s rather mild and soothing. My heart is “beating evenly and quietly. Thank you, Thomas. I’ve known your poetry for some time and have translated some of your poems into Russian. E.g. “Do not go gentle into that Good Night”. And I’m raging against dying of the Night (or Day) .
I saw a film based on this poem, very thought provoking.
Good poem... Thank u for sharing...
I always found this poem intriguing.
Well done poem, very popular. People sometimes quote it, Do not go gentle in that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. To me, (in a way) one of my thoughts for what he means is, do not go calmly when you are near/on death. Rage, rage, and fight it. Wise men, when they're words are not heard, rage agianst the darkness that comes for them. Make them hear. Ect.
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