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.
网友：新晴南风 打分：2 [2023-04-09 17:40:55] 来自美国
在这样的城市对着数年来有着这样惨痛经历的人们播报这样的消息，也难怪会点燃万家灯火。悲哀又壮烈，想到不要温和地走入那个良夜。这座城就像迟暮的老人，临近死亡，而这座城的幸存者们在生命的最后时刻选择了用他们自己的方式去热烈地迈向生命的另一个阶段。
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[1楼] 网友：新晴南风 [2023-04-09 17:44:02] 来自美国
发一下原诗给感兴趣的读者～ 最有名的是第一句，但全诗都值得品读，重复的最后一句在每一段都让人有新的体会。
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.
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