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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.
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170. Mdu says
Jelas down,thomas ur poem is so hot bra!big ups rily kip it up,dt tot me not to go gentle in da dark
Report this comment169. Lovour says
Gr8 poem big up 2 d poet, it rmind me of my skul daez:-D
Report this comment168. Lovour says
Gr8 poem it rmind me of my skul daez:-D
Report this comment167. Rhadie+fyc* says
It w0z gr8,dip,much sad t js explainz a l0t fo me
Report this comment166. RIHANNA+aka+RIRI says
Wow the poem waz gr8:} i lvd it n i also learn it at skul...its 1 of ma favourites
Report this comment165. Lace+HM+self says
Ths poem is so freakin me out i cnt undrstnd it mby sum1 cn explain it 4 me
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