The Daily Drift

 

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO
THAT GOOD NIGHT

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 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.

~ Dylan Thomas

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Shunyi, China

Cape Town, South Africa

Phuket, Thailand

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

Belgrade, Serbia

Waterloo, Canada

Petalin, Jaya, Malaysia

San Jose, Costa Rica

Guatemala City, Guatemala

Quito, Ecuador

Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Bangkok, Thailand

Paris, France

Yerevan, Armenia

Sampaloc, Philippines

Sofia, Bulgaria

As, Norway

Johannesburg, South Africa

Dubai, United Arab Emirates

Karachi, Pakistan

T, Philippines

Roubaix, France

Chisinau, Moldova

Beirut, Lebanon

 

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