“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage 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.”
~ Dylan Thomas
Text & image source: Moonlight Serenade https://web.facebook.com/Moonlight-Serenade-228504310532112/
This verse is one of favourites. :-)
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This is one of my favorite poems.
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Reblogged this on Planet Simon and commented:
This verse was used in Interstellar, I like the power in it. I hope you don’t mind me sharing it.
Simon ☺️
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Thank you so much for sharing; It’s my favorite.
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You’re welcome, it was good to read it all ☺️
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One of the truly great poems
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Thanks.
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I’ve never been particularly good with poetry, either reading it or writing it. But this poem… I don’t know why, but this poem has really stuck with me over the years.
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I love the photo you joined with this poem. It made me smile.
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Thanks.
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