Do not go gentle(ˈjentl) into that good night

Do not go gentle(ˈjentl) into that good night

By Dylan(dēlən) Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave(rāv) at close of day;
Rage(rāj), rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise(wīz) men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning(ˈlītniNG) they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave(wāv) by, crying how bright(brīt)
Their frail(frāl) deeds might have danced in a green bay(bā),
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved(grēv) it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave(grāv,ˈgräˌvā) men, near death, who see with blinding(blīnd) sight(sīt)
Blind eyes could blaze(blāz) like meteors(-ēˌôr,ˈmētēər) and be gay(gā),
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height(hīt),
Curse(kərs), bless(bles), me now with your fierce(fi(ə)rs) tears(te(ə)r,ti(ə)r), I pray(prā).
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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