Locate the finest Good Night GIF pictures and greetings on good night images here. Read our amazing Set of Fantastic night images and select your preferred to send into a Buddy. Share a picture on Facebook by clicking on the button under the picture, In the night Once the sunlight is far far away, and also the moon plays hide and seek, We generally sleep. Before hitting on bed, you may check your messages on Folks cherish are Good night pictures and quotations. 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. Dylan Thomas, the poet, was very worried about his dying father. He wrote the poem to urge him to fight to the last breath, that no matter how peaceful he might think death is, he must not give in without a struggle. This he says in the opening lines of the poems. 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. He then goes on thus- 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. Thomas goes on to give examples of several kinds of people good men, wild men, grave men and their one last effort against the final slumber- 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. Having exhausted his examples, Thomas then pleads directly to his father to stay a bit longer, to curse or bless him Dylan if he may, with only his tears if it came to that. And you, my father, there on that 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. I personally believe it is a very beautiful poem, one that everyone must know by heart. It creates in me a sense of motivation, a sense of purpose, that I need to make the most out of life where there still is time. I hope it inspires others in a similar fashion.
