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Poetry, Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas, Read by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas, Read by Dylan Thomas

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.

Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas, Read by Dylan Thomas Geh nicht sanft in diese gute Nacht - Dylan Thomas, gelesen von Dylan Thomas Μην πάτε ήρεμα σε αυτή την καλή νύχτα - Dylan Thomas, Διαβάστε από Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas, Leído por Dylan Thomas Non andare dolcemente in quella buona notte - Dylan Thomas, letto da Dylan Thomas ディラン・トマスの朗読『優しい夜には行くな Ga niet zachtjes in die goede nacht - Dylan Thomas, Gelezen door Dylan Thomas Não te deixes levar por essa boa noite - Dylan Thomas, Read by Dylan Thomas Не уходи нежно в эту добрую ночь - Дилан Томас, Читать Дилан Томас O güzel geceye nazikçe gitme - Dylan Thomas, Dylan Thomas tarafından okundu Не йди ніжно в ту добру ніч - Ділан Томас, читає Ділан Томас 不要温和地走进那个良夜 - 迪伦·托马斯,迪伦·托马斯朗读

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.