Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas
1914 to 1953
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night,