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"Poetry" "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" – Dylan Thomas

Translation|Shi Hua Xia

"Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" - Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,

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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.

Don’t sink peacefully into the night,

Old people, burn and roar at sunset;

Rage, angrily rebuke the light.

Wise people finally realize that darkness is reasonable,

but their words can no longer sparkle.

Don’t sink peacefully into the night.

Kind-hearted people, at the end of their lives, shout out how bright this is,

Their fragile good deeds are still dancing in the bright harbor;

Rage, Angrily scolded the Xiwei of the light.

Wild people once caught and praised the hanging sun,

but discovered too late that they had also made the sun sad;

Don’t Submerged peacefully into the dark night.

A deep person, approaching death, gradually loses his vision,

but the blind eyes will shine like shooting stars, with joy;

angrily, Angrily scolded the Xiwei of the light.

You, my father, stand on the pinnacle of sorrow.

Use your tears to warn me and protect me.

This is what I pray for.

Don't sink peacefully into the night,

rage and rage against the annihilation of the light.

(Feelings: When I was twenty years old, I only felt a little sadness, and I didn’t really understand how I felt when the light of life was about to disappear. After some time, I must have a new understanding.

2020.5.4)