Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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 that 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

          This poem was featured as the one that Cassia's grandfather gave to her in the hidden compartment of her compact. It was smuggled by Cassia's great-grandmother during the time they were deciding on the 100 Poems. This one wasn't chosen because it tells you to fight. It says that no matter what kind of life you had, that you must fight death. It implies that no one should die without fighting for life. 
         The Society didn't like this poem because in such a uniform society, what would happen if people didn't want to die? What if they went against the Society's wishes for a death at age 80, then where would everyone be? How could the Society control everyone that refused to be controlled? However, Cassia couldn't stop thinking about this poem, and it sparked her curiosity for another world, where everyone can do whatever they liked.