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Dylan
Thomas - Collected Poems
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 that 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
Marlais Thomas (1914 – 1953) was a Welsh
poet who wrote exclusively in English. In addition to
poetry, he wrote short stories and scripts for film and
radio, which he often performed himself.
His
best-known works include the "play for voices"
Under Milk Wood and the celebrated villanelle
for his dying father, Do not go gentle into that
good night.
Thomas
died in New York on November 9 1953. The first rumors
were of a brain hemorrhage, followed by reports that
he had been mugged. Soon came the stories about alcohol,
that he had drunk himself to death. Later, there were
speculations about drugs and diabetes.
Source
- Wikipedia
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