“I want every night to lie close, close, close, close, close to you, closer than the marrow of your soul.”

Dylan Thomas, in a letter to Caitlin Thomas, March 1950

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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage 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.

#dylanthomas #death
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage 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.

#dylanthomas #death
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage 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.

Re-re-re-reading #DylanThomas’s masterpiece #UnderMilkWood.

No entres dócilmente en esa buena noche,
La vejez debería quemar y delirar al final del día;
Rabia, rabia contra la agonía de la luz.

Aunque los sabios en su final saben que la oscuridad está bien,
porque sus palabras no han desviado el relámpago ellos
No entran dócilmente en esa buena noche.

Buenos hombres, la última ola, lloran lo brillante
Que podrían haber bailado sus frágiles actos en una bahía verde,
Rabia, rabia contra la agonía de la luz.

Hombres salvajes que atraparon y cantaron al sol en su vuelo,
Y aprendieron, demasiado tarde, a aflijirse en el camino,
No entran dócilmente en esa buena noche.

Hombres graves, cerca de la muerte, que miran con ceguera
Ojos ciegos que podrían resplanceder como meteoros y estar alegres,
Rabia, rabia contra la agonía de la luz.

Y tú, mi padre, ahí en la cumbre de la tristeza,
Maldice, bendíceme ahora con tus lágrimas feróces, yo suplico.
No entres dócilmente en esa buena noche.
Rabia, rabia contra la agonía de la luz.

Dylan Thomas

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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 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.

Iggy Pop: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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