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Do not go gentle into that good night

by Dylan Thomas

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The Mood

by William Soutar

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Do not go gentle into that good night

by Dylan Thomas

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.

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.

The Mood

by William Soutar

Wearied by common intercourse I stare,
Beyond this murmurous room, grown unaware
Of all the frothy words which flow, in a flood,
Over my head: the mind drowned deep
Answers in ayes and noes as if asleep:
But deeper than the intellectual reach
Of wordy speech my hearkening blood
Hears, from a neighbouring wood,
The cuckoo's cry.

I listen, and a man that is not I
Listens; our kindred sense now gone
Back to an age of stone:
And back, and back, until with dumb accord
We understand the cuckoo's wordless word;
Which, in a moment shattering space and time
Upon a rhyme,
Bids us accept the wisdom of this mood
And recognise, in silence, our own solitude.

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