Friday, April 24, 2009

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Friday, April 24, 2009
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.

By Dylan Thomas

4 comments:

Carol-fcp said...

pergh!!dylan thomas rupanya...
kalo sndiri wt ni,tobat aku xcye..
wakakaka

Mr. ALiEn said...

huhuhu.. dylan thomas..
darkest poets ever..
die je aku tau!!

Carol-fcp said...

hahahaha...pemalas btl ko ni

Mr. ALiEn said...

hurmm
bukan malas.
ade sebab poem tuh klua..
hehehehehe..

ko cari cite dangerous minds..
t ko pham la poem tuh psal pe..

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