“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.”
More from Dylan Thomas
“To surrender now is to pay the expensive ogre twice. Ancient woods of my blood, dash down…”
“This is the world: the lying likeness of Our strips of stuff that tatter as we move Loving…”
“Which is the world? Of our two sleepings, which Shall fall awake when cures and their itch…”
“Time passes. Listen. Time passes. Come closer now. Only you can hear the houses sleeping…”