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Do not go gentle into that good night.

December 31, 2011

After thinking and reviewing about the year’s end and how so often death is symbolized with winter, I had this poem come into my mind (from Gr. 12 English Lit class). I actually quite love it.

It gives me a sense of fight for knowing the Gospel in my own life every day in light of the fact that I do not know when my last day will be. Have a read, let me know what you think!

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.

By Dylan Thomas

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