不要温和地走进那个良夜——狄兰·托马斯

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.

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Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightening they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

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Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a gree bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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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.

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Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes  could blaze like meteors an be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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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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Dylan Thomas

不要温和地走进那个良夜（狄兰•托马斯亲自朗诵版）