ͽڶ (Rage, rage againist the dying of the light.) 丶 ÷ ͽڶ ִ.
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953 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.
Ƶ . ̿, Ϸ簡 Ϳ ߲ϰ 뿩 ϼ. гϰ, г ϼ. Ͽ 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.
ڴ ڽ 翬ϴٰ ߱ Ƶ
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.
ڵ ĵ翡 Ƹ Ǫ ⽾ ó Ƶ
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.
ִ ¾ ϸ ٵϴ ģ ʹ ʰ ݰ . Ĵ ¾ ٴ Ƶ
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.
, , ڵ մ ó ϰ ȭϰԺ Ƶ .
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.
ƹ, ִ ϰ ູϱ⸦ մϴ. Ƶ . гϰ, г ϼ. Ͽ
Dylan Marlais Thomas, born October 27, 1914, in South Wales, was the archetypal Romantic poet of the popular American imagination—he was flamboyantly theatrical, a heavy drinker, engaged in roaring disputes in public, and read his work aloud with tremendous depth of feeling and a singing Welsh lilt.
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