Poem by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)

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I am sharing for today a poem from the last century. Please enjoy it.

DO NOT GET SOFT ON THAT GOOD NIGHT

By Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)

Do not gently fade away on that good night, Aging must burn and rage furiously at the end of the day;

Rage, rage against the death of light.

Although in the end the wise know that darkness is desire,

For with their words they could not draw lightning,

They do not fade gently on that good night. Righteous people, shaking hands of the last farewell, as they mourn how amazing,

The leap of their fragile lives would have been on the green shore, Rage, rage against the death of light.

The savages that caught and sang the pure sun, And they learned, very late, grieved on the journey,

Do not gently fade away on that good night. Men of the grave, at the mouth of death, who see with the shining gaze,

Blind eyes can glow like excited meteors, Rage, rage against the death of light.

And you, my father, there in the height of fear, Please curse me, bless me, now with your raging tears,

Do not gently fade away on that good night.

Rage, rage against the death of light.

AND DEATH WILL NOT RULE By Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) And death will not rule.

Naked dead will be one With man in the wind and moon in the west;

When their gums are torn from their bones and their clean bones are gone,

Stars will have under their arms and legs;

Even though they will go crazy, they will never miss a reason, Even if they drown in the sea, they will rise again;

Even though the lovers will be extinguished there will still be love,

And death will not rule. Under the storms of the sea

They will lie down, but the wind will not quench them,

Tortured and suffering until their tissues disintegrate,

Tied behind a wheel, but will not surrender;

Their faith will be broken, And the wicked unicorns will pierce them,

They will not surrender though crippled, And death will not rule.

And death will not rule, Seagulls will no longer cry in their ears,

Not even the waves of the sea will break out on the shores;

Where a flower blooms, there will be no more flowers Raise your head from the knock of the rain;

Although crazy and dead like a nail, Their heads fall heavily among the daisies;

They break under the sun until the sun does not exist, And death will not rule.

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