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Dylan Thomas


                 ChildXmasW ⇔ A Child’s Christmas in Wales

◊  A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London by Dylan Thomas, accompanied by some pictures of Thomas and the part of Wales where he grew up ↓

        ♦→ ‘DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT‘  ↓  (read  by the poet)

Do not go gentle into that good night, 
Old age should burn and rage 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.

•→Fern Hill⇐

∇   ‘The Hand that signed the Paper’

(a universal war protest poem expressing profound contempt for political leaders as a whole ↓ – Richard Burton)

•→ «Lament»⇐

Θ → ‘Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed’  ↓

Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound   
In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat   
On the silent sea we have heard the sound
That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.
Under the mile off moon we trembled listening
To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound   
And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing   
The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind.
Open a pathway through the slow sad sail,
Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat   
For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound,   
We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell.   
Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat,
Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned.
•→ Over Sir John’s Hill ⇔ [read]
♦ ‘Ballad of the long-legged bait’ ↓ [read by Richard Burton]

UnderMilkW•→  ‘Poem in October’  ⇔ [read]

⇐  Under Milk Wood  ⇐(1954)

[read pdf]⇐

♣  Dylan Thomas ↓ featuring Richard Burton


Φ   Beach of Falesá

A screen play project that Dylan Thomas wrote from Robert Louis Stevenson’s short story. Never turned into a film though. You may find it easier to read than the original.

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