Welcome back to the Daily Poem here in the Close Reeds Podcast Network. I'm David Kern.

Today's poem is by a Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas, who lived from 1914 to 1953. It's his most famous work.

It's called Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night. Frankly, I'm a little surprised. I haven't read

this poem yet on this show. But it's high time, so we'll go ahead and read this one for this week.

In his anthology, the classic 100 poems, William Harmon writes, quote, Thomas belonged in a great

tradition that includes William Blake, John Keats, Thomas Hardy, Gerard Manley Hopkins,

and William Butler Yates, poets who sang ecstatically and wisely of birth, love, death, and glory.

So this is, 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.

The wise men, at their end, no 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 learned too late, they grieved it

on its way. Do not go gentle into that good night. Gravemen 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.

Harmon mentions in the introduction to this poem in the anthology

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