Okay I’ve been looking for this poem for quite some time, the thing is it wasn’t hard to find, I just kept forgetting to find it. Anyway in the process of writing somthing else, I had to find it and voila here it is.<\/p>\n
Do not go gentle into that good night<\/font><\/p>\n Do not go gentle into that good night, Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight And you, my father, there on the sad height, <\/font><\/font>\ufffd<\/p>\n ~Dylan Thomas~<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.<\/p>\n
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.<\/p>\n
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n
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.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\nShare this:<\/h3>