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“Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night”. First 2 stanzas of poem appear on pages 96 – 97 (and later) of Matched by Allie Condie. Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night by Dylan Thomas. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
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“Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” First 2 stanzas of poem appear on pages 96 – 97 (and later) of Matched by Allie Condie
Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Nightby 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. Click here to hear Dylan Thomas read it.
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 Nightby 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 nolightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Click here to hear Dylan Thomas read it.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dyingof the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved iton 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 thelight.
Crossing the BarBy Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809–1892 Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.
Works Cited • Sammy, Melissa. “’Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night’ by Dylan Thomas: Translation, Summary, and Analysis.” The Poetry Pundit. n.p., 28 Oct. 2013. Web. 29 Mar. 2014. • Tennyson, Alfred. “Crossing the Bar.” Poetry Foundation. Poetry Foundation, 2014. Web. 28 Mar. 2014.