#old age should burn and rave at close of day

[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.

[blackthornluce]

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.

[blackbird5154]

A redraw of this old art

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.

/Dylan Thomas

[former-leftist-jew]

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.

[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.

[37storms]

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.

Do not go gentle into that good night, Dylan Thomas

[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."

[amuelia]

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.

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

Still stunned by this week’s episode... What a story, what a performance, havent been sad like this about an episode of TV in ages! Viserys’ story was incredibly emotional, could not have wished for a better sendoff for this character

[dabiconcordia]

Do not go gentle

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…… By Dylan Thomas

[lightacross]

against the dying of the light

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. - Dylan Thomas word count: 3,164

Regulus Black always knew he was going to die. 

When he was younger, he dreamt of a funeral: the church stood empty; the dark wood of the pews, cobwebbed and desolate. A casket laid on the altar, black and sleek with silver detailing. To a child, it was equally beautiful and terrifying. He walked slowly down the aisle, night after night, fingers brushing the smooth wood of the pews. He stepped up the stoned stairs, slowly, approaching the casket. He trailed his fingers over it, mimicking the patterns carved into it, fingers chilled as they touched the wood. When he opened it, he looked down and saw emptiness— then he’d wake up. 

The dream never went away, over and over: he walked the aisle, touched the wood, opened the casket. 

It was always empty.

[rosessanctuary]

"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."

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

[itsjacobnotjake]

“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.”

- Dylan Thomas

They think I’m slowing down. They think I’ve forgotten. I will channel my rage and use it as fuel to carry me to my goals. Step aside or grab some popcorn and enjoy the show.

[wolfythewitch]

your newest artwork reminds me of this poem

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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.

-Dylan Thomas

Oughhh I love this poem. First heard it in interstellar I think? It has not left my mind since ty anon

[kittykat8311]

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 - and also get your ass and tits out 🥲🖤

[ranahan]

If you're still translating to mando'a how about: do not go gentle into the night?

Ke’nu’slana naakla lo’bac jate ca.

Yes, I’m doing translations until further notice! Although I’ll probably only post them on weekends because I have irl obligations on weekdays.

This might require some context. The quote is from the poem 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.

In the poem, gentle is contrasted with raging—or in other words, unresisting vs. fighting against. Now how would a Mandalorian interpret that? Through their own culture’s framework of struggle (which I’ve translated as akaan) between stagnation and change; change and struggle and war often being conflated (as they are in the god Kad Ha’rangir, who is the personification all of these concepts).

Naak is (by my interpretation) na (an archaic form of the modern ne) + *ak- (the root in aka and akaan), literally “not mission” or “not war”. So in this context, I think it can also stand in for gentle or unresisting.

Mando’a often seems to elide vowels at the end of the words. I’ve interpreted this as eliding the vowel in the previous word if the following word begins with a vowel, although I’ve yet to do a systematic analysis. Hence lo ibac should become l’ibac. But I didn’t like how it sounded, and ‘bac is very recognisable on its own, so I contracted it into lo’bac instead. So that it fits into the meter (kinda—it would if you dropped jate, which I’d do if I wanted to translate the whole poem).

[radical-revolution]

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.

Dylan Thomas