Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas, 1952

Sometimes a little poetry can help to relax the mind greatly. One such work I would like to share is from Welsh poet Dylan Thomas. The poem called Do not go gentle into that good night comes from his book called In Country Sleep, And Other Poems which he wrote in 1952 while visiting Italy with his family. The poem is as follows:

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 poem can also be viewed at poets.org with the copyright holder's permission.