Do Not Go: Erasure on a Favorite Poem

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”

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Do not go at close of day;
The dying wise men know
Their words had no lightning.
Go gentle.
Good night.

Good men, crying,
Might have danced in dying light.

Wise men know
their words had no lightning…

Go gentle.

Good night.

Grave men see with blinding Blind eyes,
Blaze and rage against the light.

And you,
Sad.

Curse me with fierce tears.

Pray.

Do not go.

Rage,

Rage.

Ben Kohns
“Do Not Go”