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.
Discussion questions
1. Do you feel like this poem approaches the subject of death bitterly, or hopefully, or neutrally?
2. This poem is a villanelle, which means the lines "Do not go gentle into that good night" and "Rage, rage against the dying of the light" are reused throughout the poem. Do you enjoy the use of repetition?
3. Dylan Thomas compares life and death to day and night throughout this poem. Do you think that is an overused comparison?
4. The first five stanzas are general and could apply to anyone, but the last stanza becomes specific and more personal. Does this affect how you read the poem? Do you think it would be stronger if the poem was addressed to the speaker's father from the start? Or if there was no reference to the father at all?
Use as many or few of these questions as you like - if there's anything else you'd like to discuss about the poem, go ahead!
