Note: This piece was not written by me, all rights belong to Dylan Thomas, but I love this poem and I felt a need to share it with more people.
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.
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PuisiExactly what the title says, this i just a collection of poems. My poems, other poems, poems I like, poems you like, poems that are suggested by you, whatever. I want to make this into a huge collection of poems.
