Do
not go gentle into that good night
--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.
Brought to you by,
Khabirul Basar Tonmoy
Department of English,
University
of Rajshahi.
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