Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at the 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 flights,
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,
Cure, 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" by Dylan Thomas

2 comments:

Christie Mae said...

Wise men don't want to die because they don't think they've gotten their point across yet.

Good men don't want to die because they don't feel they've done enough yet.

I'm not sure about the wild men.

How's that for literary interpretation? I took 4 years of honors and AP Lit, 4 years ago.

You remind me so much of my former self. And I mean that as the highest of compliments, because I love who I am!

Carolyn C. said...

Very good literary interpretation, I like it!
I think the wild men don't want to die because they realized they were wild too late and didn't have time to change their ways.
Thank you for the compliment, it is very much appreciated! I hope you also enjoyed reading my personal literary interpretation of some of the lines in "Do Not Go Gentle..."
As always, thanks for posting!
Carolyn