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This is not the entire poem. It is a portion that I worked on for a voice over class. I improvised some sound design and accompaniment to add to the effect. Enjoy! Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good Night by Dylan ThomasDo 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 theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir 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.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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.

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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 grieve 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.

"Do not go gentle into that good night" was a poem published by Dylan Thomas in the 1950s. The Eighth Doctor read some of it to Liv Chenka and Helen Sinclair aboard a Gallifreyan escape shuttle and told them that it was about not giving up in the face of death. (AUDIO: Ship in a Bottle) A smirking Clara Oswald quoted the titular verse when she caught wind of the Twelfth Doctor's "pre-mortem party" in Medieval England. (TV: The Magician's Apprentice)

People say we set the parameters of the music we like for life when we're teenagers. Maybe it's true for poetry as well: no matter how my roommate felt, I still look back on those nights listening to the Caedmon recordings as seminal moments that decided distant choices.

He wasn't the only Donne-via-Burton convert. Even now, as I read Donne poems to my kids, it's hard to avoid Burton's mellifluous intonations. Trust me: once you hear the Caedmon recording of a poem, it's hard to read the poem to yourself without unconsciously falling into the recording's rhythms. Just ask my roommate to read The Wasteland aloud and see if he doesn't drop into that nasal voice like it was a comfortable old shoe.

Still, in offering the four models for living that Thomas does in stanzas 2 through 5, he does give a sense that he has priorities as to how life can be lived. The poem examines the specific cases of good men, wise men, wild men, and grave men: in examining these and ignoring other ways of life, the poem seems to have selected them out of dozens of possibilities as being the only lifestyles that are worth serious consideration. Men who acquire great wealth, for example, are not mentioned, nor are holy men. Lives filled with humor or love are left out. It could be said that each of these unmentioned lives can be fit into one of the main categories, that for the purposes of this compact, tightly structured verse all people of the earth can be categorized as wise, good, wild or grave. If this is so, then the poem is only recognizing a narrow way to live. The question is whether these four types are meant to be the only way we can live or are the only ways of life that are important enough to consider.

Dylan Thomas wrote the poem for his dying father. Its last verse, desperate and defiant, reads:

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.

A recent series of paintings by Kim Van Norren is inspired by the classic poem Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953). Thomas wrote the poem in 1951 for his dying father. In it he desperately begs his father not to submit to death passively. Kim van Norren was touched by the rawness of the poem which has - partly due to a recital by the poet himself - become a well loved fixture in Western culture. In the painted canvases she explores new possible interpretations of the familiar text.

Ifans, who recently played Captain Cat in a film adaptation of Thomas' Under Milk Wood, is glorious in the role, and the film is filled with shots of him reading Thomas' poetry during the preceding American tour: "Fern Hill," "A Child's Christmas in Wales," "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night." Audio clips of Thomas reading his work give a feel for the spell he wove on his audiences. Thomas didn't speak so much as he sang; he didn't articulate so much as he rode the waves of sound he produced. Ifans captures Thomas' thrumming recitative style, which was more about creating a mood than conveying meaning. Bernstein's repeat shots of college girls staring up at Ifans, agog, rapt, are eloquent. This is more like the spoken-word poetry jams of later decades, the coffee-house folk-music culture of the 1960s. No wonder college kids were caught up in Thomas' magic. (It has always struck me as interesting that Thomas' most famous poem, "Do not go gentle into that good night" was a villanelle, one of the most rigorous rules-based forms in existence. When Thomas wanted to, he could submit to the rules, and he did it brilliantly!)

Is Carlos real? Or is he Thomas' worst fears made manifest? In his essay "Dylan the Durable," Seamus Heaney wrote of "Do not go gentle into that good night," "This is a son comforting a father; yet it is also, conceivably, the child poet in Thomas himself comforting the old ham he had become; the neophyte in him addressing the legend; the green fuse addressing the burnt-out case."

Thomas had bronchitis and asthma in childhood and struggled with these throughout his life. He was indulged by his mother, Florence, and enjoyed being mollycoddled, a trait he carried into adulthood, becoming skilled in gaining attention and sympathy.[51] But Florence would have known that child deaths had been a recurring event in the family's history,[52] and it's said that she herself had lost a child soon after her marriage.[53] But if Thomas was protected and spoilt at home, the real spoilers were his many aunts and older cousins, those in both Swansea and the Llansteffan countryside.[54] Some of them played an important part in both his upbringing and his later life, as Thomas's wife, Caitlin, has observed: "He couldn't stand their company for more than five minutes... Yet Dylan couldn't break away from them, either. They were the background from which he had sprung, and he needed that background all his life, like a tree needs roots.".[55]

In February 1941, Swansea was bombed by the Luftwaffe in a "three nights' blitz". Castle Street was one of many streets that suffered badly; rows of shops, including the Kardomah Caf, were destroyed. Thomas walked through the bombed-out shell of the town centre with his friend Bert Trick. Upset at the sight, he concluded: "Our Swansea is dead".[123] Thomas later wrote a feature programme for the radio, Return Journey, which described the caf as being "razed to the snow".[124] The programme, produced by Philip Burton, was first broadcast on 15 June 1947. The Kardomah Caf reopened on Portland Street after the war.[125]

The following year, in April 1947, the Thomases travelled to Italy, after Thomas had been awarded a Society of Authors scholarship. They stayed first in villas near Rapallo and then Florence, before moving to a hotel in Rio Marina on the island of Elba.[162] On their return, Thomas and family moved, in September 1947, into the Manor House in South Leigh, just west of Oxford, found for him by Margaret Taylor. He continued with his work for the BBC, completed a number of film scripts and worked further on his ideas for Under Milk Wood,[163] including a discussion in late 1947 of The Village of the Mad (as the play was then called) with the BBC producer Philip Burton. He later recalled that, during the meeting, Thomas had discussed his ideas for having a blind narrator, an organist who played for a dog and two lovers who wrote to each other every day but never met.[164]

Later that year, Thomas published two poems, which have been described as "unusually blunt."[188] They were an ode, in the form of a villanelle, to his dying father, Do not go gentle into that good night, and the ribald Lament.[189]

While waiting in London before his flight, Thomas stayed with the comedian Harry Locke and worked on Under Milk Wood. Locke noted that Thomas was having trouble with his chest, "terrible" coughing fits that made him go purple in the face.[216] He was also using an inhaler to help his breathing. There were reports, too, that Thomas was also having blackouts. His visit to the BBC producer Philip Burton, a few days before he left for New York, was interrupted by a blackout. On his last night in London, he had another in the company of his fellow poet Louis MacNeice.[219] 17dc91bb1f