Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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

在这浮躁的社会里，我将为你，为自己朗读诗歌。

生活真的需要诗歌和远方。