#DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

[academic-vampire]

“Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night,”

By Dylan Thomas

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.

[f1enthusiast]

❛For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream❜

—Vincent van Gogh

[lilliyoona]

Thinking too much about the fate of the scout vets gets me so sad…

Thinking about how Hange can’t even be properly memorialized. There’s no body to recover. It’s been burned into ash and trampled into dust.

Thinking about how postwar Levi might talk with a portrait artist, in lieu of photographs to remember them by. Describing what all of his friends and comrades looked like. Recalling them vividly with his minds eye. And how that one portrait of Hange would be the only proof she ever existed.

He sees the world now through one little eye, he knows it’s the only remaining lense through which his fallen comrades could see what their sacrifices were ever for. He’s the only one left to carry their memory.

He finds no personal glory or triumph in being the hero.

He resumes life with the noble and humble effort of planting trees.

And the world moves on.

[apoemaday]

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

by Dylan Thomas

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.

[zeinebonair]

"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."

[bird-inacage]

Love in the Air: Sky x Prapai THAT SCENE (Episode 8)

I feel like THAT SCENE™ needed its own mention, because let’s face it - I’m pretty sure all of us have been going feral in anticipation of the fireworks that were guaranteed to blow our heads clean off. And whilst I don’t want to overlook the more serious emotional/narrative weight this scene has on the story - I simply must indulge myself in a dedicated post for this scene. After which, I’ll check myself straight into horny jail.

Ffffff----, the way Sky hooks both his hands round the back of Prapai’s neck and yanks him down.

[greenqueenhightower]

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

𝙳𝚘 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙶𝚘 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 || 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜 / 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 + 𝙾𝚝𝚝𝚘

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"Do not go gentle into that good night. / Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

[poems-from-around-the-world]

"Do not go gentle into that good night" - Dylan Thomas - UK/Wales

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.

[11-mulkon-ki-police]

mr sunshine is about the resistance against tragedy in every form. separation from beloved, from family, from country, from comrades, from language, from loyalties, from friends, from your principles, everything. it's about having strength and courage and hope, fragile hope, in the face of it all. and saying love is at the center of it. despite every betrayal, fighting for it still.

[f1enthusiast]

✨🌕✨

Edgar Allan Poe — For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams.

✨🌕✨

96% Illumination - 13.4 days old - 16.09.2.24

[victorian-wizard]

More calligraphy, this is a Textura Quadrata script inspired by the Manuscript - Pat. lat. 1811 from the Vatican digital archive. I somehow messed up the second line because I was scared it wouldn’t fit on my paper.

Nib: Leonardt Round 1.5mm

Ink: Random black Italian ink

Paper: It’s card from Tesco :)

[pianistbynight]

[crowleyscleaninglady]

I don’t know if I have the words to do it justice so please go listen to this

He captures it perfectly. Many make the mistake of screaming this as full keel but this keeps it the rage just barely contained

I feel in love with this poem when I was young and to hear it by my favorite actor is something beautiful and haunting

[jess-the-reckless]

TFW you use the yeast that's about to expire next month, and the yeast gets all Dylan Thomas about the imminent dying of the light.

[orbeavariegata]

Michael Sheen reciting Dylan Thomas.