The Poem - SS3 Literature Lesson Note

The poem
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 no dark is right,
Because they always 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 light.
And you, my father, there on the dad 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.