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==Do Not Go Gentle (Dylan Thomas)== | ==Do Not Go Gentle (Dylan Thomas)== | ||
''<Br>Do not go gentle into that good night, | ''<Br>Do not go gentle into that good night, | ||
− | + | <Br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day; | |
− | + | <Br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light. | |
− | + | <Br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right, | |
− | + | <Br>Because their words had forked no lightning they | |
− | + | <Br>Do not go gentle into that good night. | |
− | + | <Br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright | |
− | + | <Br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, | |
− | + | <Br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light. | |
− | + | <Br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, | |
− | + | <Br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, | |
− | + | <Br>Do not go gentle into that good night. | |
− | + | <Br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight | |
− | + | <Br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, | |
− | + | <Br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light. | |
− | + | <Br>And you, my father, there on the sad height, | |
− | + | <Br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. | |
− | + | <Br>Do not go gentle into that good night. | |
− | + | <Br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.'' | |
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==Introduction== | ==Introduction== |