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 beginning was the word, the word That from the solid bases of the light Abstracted all the letters of the void....
Rage, rage against the dying light
Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday
It is the measure of my individual struggle from darkness toward some measure of light.
the moment of a miracle is unending lightning ...
Love is the last light spoken.
Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.