「poetry」Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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 day,
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 light.

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.