This morning I remembered Dylan Thomas's poem, written for his dying father, "Do not go gentle into that good night." You might like listening to Dylan Thomas reading the last quatrain of the poem on YouTube. Or you might read the ending below 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.
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light
This morning I remembered Dylan Thomas's poem, written for his dying father, "Do not go gentle into that good night." You might like listening to Dylan Thomas reading the last quatrain of the poem on YouTube. Or you might read the ending below 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.