1914-1953.
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Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rage 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 lightening 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 men in flight.
And learned 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.
