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