From the clutch of poems read at Kitwe Poetry Corner in 2010, one almost slipped the net, but we are happy to present it here.

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

By Dylan Thomas

Read by

Paul Phillips

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 light.

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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