At the onset of the good night,
at this the close of day,
I rage against the light that dies,
as Dylan points the way

Uncertain am I if I be
wise, good, wild, or brave,
I still burn and rave, and feel
the blaze of heaven in my eyes

I deem the dark to be wrong,
everywhere is green bay,
I hear chorales, the song
of suns and stars in flight

As Mr. Thomas counsels,
I shall not be so gentle
in the face of the dying light

Chagall 2018

Please see Dylan Thomas – Do not go gentle into that good night

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