do not go gentle into that good night

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

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

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