{"id":212,"date":"2009-08-21T01:38:18","date_gmt":"2009-08-21T05:38:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=212"},"modified":"2009-08-21T01:40:50","modified_gmt":"2009-08-21T05:40:50","slug":"do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night-dylan-thomas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=212","title":{"rendered":"Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night &#8211; Dylan Thomas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[audio:notgentle.mp3] (1:33)<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: xx-small;\">read by Dylan Thomas.  audio from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.salon.com\/\" target=\"blank\">salon.com<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br \/>\nOld age should burn and rave at close of day;<br \/>\nRage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n<p>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br \/>\nBecause their words had forked no lightning they<br \/>\nDo not go gentle into that good night.<\/p>\n<p>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br \/>\nTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br \/>\nRage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n<p>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br \/>\nAnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br \/>\nDo not go gentle into that good night.<\/p>\n<p>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br \/>\nBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br \/>\nRage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n<p>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br \/>\nCurse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br \/>\nDo not go gentle into that good night.<br \/>\nRage, rage against the dying of the light. <\/p>\n<p><em>(1951)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[audio:notgentle.mp3] (1:33) read by Dylan Thomas. audio from salon.com. 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 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,55],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-212","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-audio","category-wild-men-who-caught"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/212","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=212"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/212\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":216,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/212\/revisions\/216"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=212"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=212"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=212"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}