Dylan Thomas reads "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"
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A reading of "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas.
The poem in full:
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.
I just passed my 90th birthday and I'm sure as hell not going gentle in that good night. When I'm feeling sorry for myself, I recite the first part and I, indeed, rage against the dying of the light. Those words put fire in my belly to face another day with fresh resolve.
What a wonderful thing to read at 33.
Good for you mate, I hope you're still here when i'm 50.
John Fisher Best of luck!
Thanks everyone. It's been a great trip and I'm so glad we all met up along the way!
Mr. John Fisher, to the front of the classroom you go!
Thank you for sharing this. I am 36 and sometimes feel like my best days are behind me.
Proud to be named Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas same here. :)
Yup
Really haha? 😂😂
My sons name
My son's first and middle names
His voice makes his poetry come alive.
The quiet reading, I gather a greater power than some shouting of the words. Measured words, they Rage against the dying of the light. I have heard these words spoken at 6 am in a damp Philadelphia morning, my wife still snoring. Rage.... Against the dying of the Light. Amen.
Jim Hart I like the mention of a higher power. Makes sense to me. He is warning us not to mess up and waste life. Whilst comforting us that there is also a unifying force. The force is us and how we are similar and prone to similar thoughts.
he is realLY SINGING!
I miss you Dad. xxx
Oh I intend to get where you are mr.
I make this pledge to myself .
I will look after this vessel I'm given and I will allow no more sorrow or disappointment to cloud my achievements and I will cherish everyday.
Thankyou john
Comes to my mind Goethe demanding for more light in his deathbed. And Swimburne would add: "I shall remember whilst the light lives yet, and in the night time I shall not forget"
This is probably the villanelle ever written: a perfect marriage of form and emotion.
I miss my grandma
I had a 2 record of him reciting his poetry. That and the Goldberg Variations were the remaining albums from a vast record collection. When on the third attempt at resurrecting a workable turntable failed and I gave them away to a second hand store. Always wonder what happened to them.
I love that he almost sings it. Incredible performer.
Exactly. A trait the Welsh were once well known for.
SamWeller I see you are also a performer, because you are a clown.
It must be sung to be truly loved
It really does; in fact, this is on my music playlist, just cause I enjoy his enunciated and theatre voice.
Ohh fuck yeah
I think this poem has endured because it resonates with all of us, who are born to die.
we are all born to die.
we are all going to die so we should "rage" with our life force and passions whilst we can.
Death will come whether you rage or not. (Written on a cold, dark day.)
its how we embrace it
We are here to learn how to really love and live.
How lucky are we that this recording exists? It's so gorgeous! What a treasure it is. Thank you so much for sharing
I heard this recording when I was about 19. Now I’m hearing it again at 61, and it has a hundred new resonances for me.
Gary Cooper Had you enjoyed all of your life?
My father had this on a vinyl record. When I left home, I took it with me. He didn't mind or miss it, for despite being born and raised in Wales (Llanidloes), he isn't a huge fan of Thomas. "A Child's Christmas In Wales" he loved, and this one of course, but not much else.
The beauty of being able to be born while some die and being born to die. To rage against staying longer under the light. I love Thomas
A poem needs to be heard, not read. Here is one of the greatest poets of all time reading his own work. How blessed we are to live in this day and age. Relish it.
well said mate!!
Cheers!
This and Howl are two poems that need to be heard before being read. I'm glad Christopher Nolan put this in Interstellar, because even though I'm an avid reader, and a huge fan of poetry, I'd never read this one. I feel like Nolan featuring it in his movie had led to a lot of new fans of this great poem, which is great!
Robert Kubarych i agree, well said my friend.
Yes poetry should be spoken but also read so as to let the reader reflect on meaning of the poem and let it lament into ones soul.
I read this at my Dad's funeral in 2015 (eulogies weren't allowed in this particular Catholic diocese) because it completely summed him up. He spent his whole life burning and raving and did not go gentle, ever!
As a sister to a recently deceased brother dead at the age of 31, this poem resonates through me with an intensity I've not experienced before - Kristopher was a good man, but fell prey to his inner demons and alcoholism, and went away in pain and broken, but he never bowed down and gave up - he fought to the bitter end, and though he did not win, he raged against the dying of his light
Rest in Peace Brother, you are missed dearly
💓.
Heartbroken.. I also lost my best friend to alcoholism, watching someone you love struggle with inner demons is excruciating..
I’m sorry for your loss
I imagine this resonates to many different moods and thoughts, but i always felt like this was meant for us alcoholics. On the wagon or not, I always feel this pride and rage calling me.
@@mwills464 So sorry for your loss
My grandma died today @ 94. She was the toughest person I've ever known. I feel like this poem is an embodiment of her battle with death.
Oh I'm sorry dude ik I'ma year late but I'm sorry for ur loss
It sounds like he's singing and it's beautiful.
Being from Wales during what was a very peak time of coal mining, it'd be no surprise if he grew up in a mining village and was part of the village choir.
I love that you hear it too.
ttlly
@@LlibertarianGalt Not a mining village more a fishing 'village'. Swansea or more accurately The Uplands. The accent is much nicer than the harsh Rhondda ( coal mining part of Wales ) accent. Read or listen to his work Under Milk Wood.
My father tried to sound like him when he would read poetry. RIP Papa ❤️
This was my late Father’s favorite poem. He literally hung out with Dylan Thomas in Greenwich Village in the 1950s bars to listen to him read his poetry. My Dad died 20 days after his birthday in October 1995. I gave him a simple gift printing out this poem with some pictures of him that I liked. He was a writer and put my simple gift near his typewriter. His last column was about this poem. The column was printed the same morning he died. No one knows how God put all of that together. So this poem will live in my soul forever. I still have that simple gift I gave him. I just don’t think that was all a coincidence. Thank you for making me remember this today in 2020!!!!
to be cherished for-evver - and to be grateful for always
No doubt Thomas was Welsh - listen to that musical intonation in his Welsh accent!
Some of that, but I also thought he was vocalising the fine line between poetry and song.
Ofc he's a Celt and Welsh too.
With the name Dylan Thomas you’d have to be he had a house laugharne
Being Welsh makes buggerall difference! ;)
That is NOT a Welsh accent; not in any shape or form. It's a mid-20th-century, middle-class English accent. Thomas was a Welshman by birth and upbringing, but Welsh culture plays little part in his work.
This might be the most brilliant..honest..emotional thing ever created.
You can't fake this.
You know if it's raw.
Yes, beautifully raw.
Unnus annus
I'm going through some things right now, both physically, and as a consequence, mentally. But even when things are just getting worse, I suddenly remembered this poem right now. I'm glad I searched it up, because even as my pain worsens and there's no good end in sight, it reminds me that I don't have to just give up on life. It's not futile, and it's not foolish. No matter how much time any of us have left, we can all garner inspiration from this wonderful piece, and we can all come to the realization that we don't have to go gentle into that goodnight, and that we can rage against the dying of the light. If life gives us a curveball, we don't have to just take it as it is. I'm typing this, you're reading this, because we're still here, and we can make sure we're the ones controlling the quality of our short lives. Why have self-pity and spend days at a time in bed when I could take the time I still have and live a little? Maybe nothing too extravagant because of how much I make, but just maybe I can do the things I've been wanting to do but haven't. Spend time on the road, finally visit a beach, or go to Olive Garden (okay, I never did much, but the little things are what get me most excited). I don't know, but I feel like now I can see some reasons to get out of bed on my days off, maybe take out lots of PTO. I just don't want to be remembered as the one who was too busy at work to take better self-care of himself
Damn goodluck
This is beautiful. Go to the beach. Live, live live while you still can. Sending you love.
Good luck to you and thank you for your wisdom. You are absolutely right & I will try to live by your wise words!
Reading your post tonight helped me. Thank you.
I hope this reply finds you having done some of the things you wanted to & still fighting the good fight.
To me this poem is all about realizing that one's potential has not been reached. At the end of life, realizing that life is fleeting and once nearing its ending that there really is not enough time to squander, if wanting to achieve. I believe that one really has to be satisfied with one's achievements and be proud that one actually achieved anything! I remember reading something that Nietzsche remarked upon...I'm gonna paraphrase...that there are millions of geniuses... but those that are known to us are known because they grasped their moment in time and fulfilled a potential. Now, I don't know if that is actually the case, but it sure is an interesting statement. And this sure is a beautifully sad poem. "And you, my Father, there on the sad heights..curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray..." A beautiful oxymoron only Shakespeare is comparable to...Just my opinion...
Your opinion is poetic⚘️
I love all the good vibes in this comment section, it gives me hope. I may have never met you, but I love you all. Life is so beautiful, even if it's a tragedy. The most sacred gift. I'll be damned if I don't go out fighting.
I'm 75 and one of my great regrets is not getting to really know my father. Sharing a glass of whiskey and having a heart to heart. He died suddenly at the age of 50. May 15th 1969. I live alone and have very little contact with my children. But I persevere knowing that life is a gift that must be cherished.
Well said, hope all is well!
My father is just a little older than you. He is in another country. We are not very close but I need to make effort to spend with him and my mother also (who is 10 yrs younger).
Trusting you are keeping on ~keepin on.
Blessings
I love how gentler his tone becomes when he addresses his father
When you realise this is a poem about his father who was going blind, the words take on a completely different meaning.
There is more to it then just that.
it was a poem about his father , woman be known to his father had just been diagnosed by a doctor with terminal cancer . Dylan Thomas always read his poem to his father as soon as he wrote them, except for this one because no one wanted to tell the father that he was dying of cancer
my father just passed away and first i thought about was dylan thomas. and he raged.
Charity Burd did it give you strength?
Condolences to you on the loss of your father. Congratulations to you for knowing a brave, strong man.
Thank you Dylan Thomas for dedicating this poem to his father, but for the impact it has had on the millions of ears who have read or heard this profound poem.
He died like 30-40 years ago
@@trinitywarden3527 How does your statement change my comment in the slightest? If Dylan Thomas didn’t dedicate this poem to his father, none of us would of ever heard it.
I was just saying that he isn't able to see this thank u but it's really appreciated thanks I'm just now learning Abt him in school
@@trinitywarden3527 Sorry, I didn’t mean to jump on you like that. You are right, he isn’t able to see this. If only he knew how much this poem would make others feel just as comfortable as he made his father feel. Writing is a wonderful thing that stands against the tests of time. Keep up the hard work in your studies. They will pay off in the long run.
Thank u and its ok have a great day
the young rage against the machine with all the vigour of youth while the old rage against the dying light with all the dignity of the ages
the dying die
im listening to this while playing minecraft
Well said.
I love this! Only he knows the depth and passion these words came from. No one else could ever do it justice. His Poem. His Words. His Voice - read, spoken as only he could. Perfect!
Isabelle Smith Exactly! I completely agree! To say someone could do it better is to say his words, his thoughts his feelings belong to someone else. He read it exactly how it is supposed to be read. Some people obvioulsy do not grasp his accent, which brings it more deapth. Perfection! My favorite too!
Just like the other Dylan.
I will rage, as we all probably should but we are all going anyway.
Hunter S. Thompson said something similar: Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!
"
Hunter S. Thompson
How very cool of you to have remembered that.
Thompson was right
He also said, 'Dogs fucked the Pope, no fault of mine...orders from Captain Zeep!' Make of it what you will, I have no input.
I love that!!
Thompson killed himself - so he decided he was "all used up", presumably?
I would love to hear Michael Caine recite the whole poem!
"Rage against the dying of the light." Has become one of my all-time favorite sentences now. Holy fuck can language be intense and amazing sometimes!
you do know its his poem???
martin gormley Yes, I know it's Thomas's poem, but hearing Michael Caine recite part of it in the Interstellar movie trailer was really awesome, he has a great voice. There's nothing wrong with hearing a poem reinterpreted by another speaker :)
Amazing words...
I absolutely love the poem but really, I would probably listen to Michael Caine recite the phone book.
God yes. I first read this poem last night, and thought I might even have a dream/nightmare about those words.
I am 66 years young still ride my Triumph, BSA, Norton vintage bikes as fast as I can age is from the neck up
Well said Alan,from another Triumph rider!😊
I have always loved this poem since we studied Dylan Thomas in English Literature at school. This is the first time I have heard it read by the man himself. He had a wonderful voice.
I was introduced to this great poem and poet in my teens by an inspired and inspiring teacher. I'm 70 now and Irish. She also brought me to the WWI poets and many more - including Yeats, of course. Thank you, Dylan Thomas, you are the pride of Wales, I'm sure.
Great Welsh accent, like Richard Burton.
It sounds to me like he is talking to a loved one on their death bed, imploring, begging them to fight death with all their being, to not succumb to death's warm embrace. Beautifully read, it sounds in parts like he is singing the poem.
TheOther99%
Don’t be fooled. Death’s embrace is assuredly not “warm”.
It is a creeping cold beginning with the extremities - feet, hands, legs - as the body fights to protect - for as long as possible - the few vital organs needed for life.
As witnessed at many deathbeds.
I am do glad someone was able to record this. Everyone should hear this.
Thank You.
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.
Jo
Thanks for that.
Thank you! Appreciate it!❤
Recommendation: while listening to this, turn on "Is There Anybody Out There?" by Pink Floyd and listen to the instrumental part. It sounds epic.
Recommendation rejected.
sexygrandpa That is just epic dude :) Good vibes !
sexygrandpa That was actually really cool
sexygrandpa whoooaaaa that was really cool!!
sexygrandpa That was awesome, thanks for that recommendation! :) I would also recommend listening to this with New Order's Your Silent Face instrumental part. Adds a little bit of electronica to it.
Like all great works of art it has many meanings on many different levels; yes, it is about an old man dying, but it adapts itself to each listener's own experiences; it can even be interpreted on a political level.
According to at friend of mine, the theme of the poem is his father's impending blindness. (D.T. himszelf pointed out that.) But of course it has levels beyond that.
The light and dark of spirituality, good and evil.
Very good point! A good poem appears to me as a very exact description that can take on many meanings, because its true in its specificity! The unity of the Universe and all that, you know..
Who else is here because of Interstellar
Truth; listening to this beautiful poem typing through my emotional tears for the movie scene at this stage. My second viewing - I saw this in IMAX and I think I’m older now and a father now and I get Cooper now. Wow. What a spectacular movie and script.
What a beautiful, melodic tone he had. Rich and sonorous. One could imagine hearing this while sitting next to a fireplace on a Winter evening.
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Betty Smith."🩶🩶🩶
I just read this quote a day or two ago. Reassuring, the fire is alive in that person.
I knew and thought I appreciated this poem as a teenager when I first read it but to truly appreciate and understand it, it took facing my father's passing.
My condolences on the loss of your father.
Laurie Cloonan thank you
I confess that I did not know this poem before today, despite being Welsh myself. I heard it in the movie Interstellar that I'm watching and had to seek the entire poem. It brought tears to my eyes, and what a treasure to be able to hear it read aloud by Dylan himself.
@Colin Whyles Yes, thank you, this is a poem (literally) about his father's blindness. It may also be a possible launching point of departure into further inquiry... into my own blindness. To me it's a gentle tap on the shoulder, or fiery kick in the seat, as the need may be, to WAKE UP and seize the day/moment/life... whatever that may mean to each of us. This pandemic-pause has been provoking me to reflect and act on this.
There is something hypnotic about his deep Welsh Voice that resonates as he reads his own written words.... Fabulous
There is absolutely NOTHING Welsh about his voice. Not a trace of a Welsh accent. Judging by his voice, he could have been born and bred in a middle-class family in southeast England.
@@DieFlabbergast You clearly do not have a single clue of what you're talking about... He's a Welshman with a Welsh accent.... YOU.may not recognise it, . But that's your issue......A lovely West Walian accent...
In this poem he is not accepting death willingly. He does not want his father to die
But death is inevitable. So he says rage ..rage...
My Mom fought to the end , it was frightening. She was from that great generation.
Not going to lie I found this poem in the matched series of books about four years ago and since then I have been obsessed with this poem. I love how everything flows together and the grand meaning behind it
Dillian thomas
@@Duncanforbeshendry No Dylan Thomas. Hope that helps.
Same here! and I find that line running through my head at random moments. I love how it's tied to that story and in a way found new life.
Yes, everybody should read the Matched series.
My grandfather , who raised me , was so full of life as he died , he was so full of potent life , and I read this poem all the time to reconnect to him , who captured that essence of passion so well. But it’s a sad thing to see someone so alive to be dying
Your feelings for your Grandfather makes him bigger; stronger & keeps him with you & with us. You are so worthy of our love & respect for sharing him with us. Thank you. ❤🎉🎉
One of my favourite poems 65 years ago and hearing it now it is even more important. What a beautiful voice he had. Thank you for putting that on.
I'm from Dylan's home town Swansea and two years ago I went down west Wales to see his grave and it was just a wooden cross with his name on it nothing special but it was just a nice place to be buried just a small graveyard old a little overgrown a bit tatty but nice
I have been there too..it is a simple cross with his name on as you say, in a quaint little churchyard - beautiful and fitting for those times
What Welshman could pick a better place to spend eternity?
@@allenjenkins7947 I spent eternity in Laugharne (one Sunday...)
Interstellar brought me here. If there is one thing I hate about this poem, it's that it's copyrighted.
using an existing poem in a modern movie has its charm, if you ask me. i really like the new twist. art is about inventing and reinventing. just like any other piece of art, a poem is never finished :)
If it's one thing that annoys me, it's that Interstellar completely misses the point of the damn poem. ;-)
Skullduggery got me to memorise the poem, Interstellar got me to listen to the author reading it.
I am a music producer. What I was thinking was that I would put a sample of the poem being read in a song, maybe ambient or trance (I would go with the latter), and title the song "Goodnight." What I am saying is that I would have to ask for permission to use the poem in said song (and probably be told "no"). If I get permission, I will have to spend my life savings on usage fees and licensing.
Copyright is a gray area but the ramifications of breaching it are akin to being drawn and quartered. I wish copyright law would go away but if it did, hobbies like mine will be of absolutely no value.
Robert Valentine I disagree. Interstellar simply introduces an alternative interpretation of it, using Thomas' father as a symbol of humanity as a whole. Besides, the movie also incorporates plenty of daddy issues/fathers' deaths.
This poem reminds us everyday to spend our time well, right up until that last good night.
So beautiful. And extremely sad and so profound....
dunno about the rest of ya but this hits a very deep note with me
I can only hope that I have it in me to rage against it when the time comes.
Thanks for posting this. Dylan is my favorite poet.
the time is among us now
Don't wait. Rage daily.
What a beautiful poem! Always reminds me of my father and how, in the end, he didn't rage enough at the dying of the light! Makes me weep!
He died at 39 from alcohol abuse, Irony.
Yes, and a tragedy.
1914 - 1953
Oddly, same age at time of death as John Lennon, by assassination. 1941 - 1980
Correction (hat-tip to philip nunn; and verified by Wikipedia): John (1940 - 1980) was not quite a year older at death than Dylan.
Addendum: Frédéric Chopin also died at 39 (1810 Mar 1 - 1849 Oct 17).
Fred
It’s not. He wrote this and then died
@@srirupanag1724 what happened to you that you have answered here this time,?
But is it; how bright, his light.
😢
Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud
BY JOHN DONNE
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Thank you, H.A.S., for putting it here! An apt place to be! 👍
@@EnglishwithVennila Thank you, Vennila... God bless!
It is true that he was known as a nightmare out of control alcoholic.
All that remains true.
But I say proud that I thank him.
Some alcoholics are dull idiots.
He was far from that.
But he was also a severe diabetic who was being treated wrongly with steroid and pain reducing injections by his quack physician, both of which are contraindicated for diabetics.
This needs to be read aloud to Ukrainian troops right now
The trailer of Interstellar brought me here.
Good for you
hermankatnip SAME
You're few decades off.
Grand Crusader whats interstellar?...
Nale Nash REALLLLLYYYY DO YOU EVEN TV OR MOVIES BRO??
With all my scars and I have a LOT, This poem has summed up my 40+ yrs.
absolutely beautiful 💐
Always maintain the rage. The rage against injustice and all that man had spoiled.
Thank you for the anti-human comment.
The man was referring to the unknown
what?
I think this is a fair interpretation. Do not go gentle... don’t just let life happen and then end. Make your life worth something, rage for something worth your precious time.
Thank you for posting - fascinating to hear the voice of the poet himself, speaking to us (as it were) from the grave! Also very interesting to hear how he meant it to sound. Above all, most amusing to read how het up people still get over the man and his work, the dos and don'ts of poetry, as well as "how things should be read". Have people forgotten that poetry is all about expression? Let it be read, however the reader will; if the listener hear, let him be still.
Peace out (",)
"RAGE, RAGE AGINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT"! ABSOLUTELY!!!!
There are lyrics in the old New Orleans song Let the Good Times Roll: "You're only here once, and when you're dead, you're done, so let the good times roll." I'm still trying to work out the math in the lyric, "I've got 50 cents more than I'm gonna keep!" RIP BB KIng!
The first time I heard this poem was in a Rodney Dangerfield movie. Still, so moved I followed it to author and opened a door to Dylan Thomas. To hear the poet grieve in such a way gives me courage to meet my own end. Wonderful recording.
You got it admit though Rodney did a great job.
Here is my interpretation
Wise men know that dark is right but they are selfish about being wise and want to say profound things.
Good men believe they didnt do enough and lived by regret
Wild men or the parties were sad that their party days were over.
Grave men (serious, pragmatic aka grey on a good and evil spectrum) welcomed the darkness and were happy.
So the good and evil couldnt stand to be at their end. The pragmatics welcomed it and the author was being selfish to implore them to fight. Yet they lived with no regret and they die fullfilled
I lost a brother in October 2019, my mom 2017. Both were fighters. We took my brothers death hard. I came across this and the grave men took me. Why does it matter if we are wise, good, wild our actions ultimately mean little we are going to die. So take a lesson from the grave men. Near death who see with blinding sight. Blind eyes can shine like meteors and be gay (old euphemism for happy).
So why are they happy? The wise men know it's right but their words didnt mean anything. The good men didnt do enough good deeds. The party group didnt party hard enough.
Which group are you?
@@GwladYrHaf Also if you notice the word play. He sees or observes this.
"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"
So the wise men know that the darkness is right but they are trying to fight it for no other reason than they believe their words had forked no lightning. Aka what did they do?
Then he is imploring the rest to fight.
The inspiring lines of this poem (to me) is not Do Not go Gentle into that Good Night. Or Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.
It is this. "Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight, Blind eyes can shine like meteors and be gay" (lighthearted, carefree, happy)
My daddy use to play this poem on the 45 and it put me to sleep. Thank you for this.
Does it mean: Live a life of awe, adventure, risk and wonder even at any age? Boldy go...? Regardless if you are 100 years old or not...? That is one of the precious messages of William Shatner, too.
Its beautiful , I'm not ready to leave earth without love and loving another. So I will shout in written words as I must.
This is my answer to all my friends, my age (late 60s) who talk only about aging, pains, and just feeling old. Fuck it, it's not for me.
The poem is in memoriam of his late Father who died in great pain and suffering after spending his life working in the coal mines of Wales, and Dylan Thomas' anger that he never got to talk to his Father about anything of great import.
It is an inspirational work intended to encourage others to talk openly with their parents before it is too late. It is also a dark warning to those who don't of the regret, guilt, anger and self loathing that they will feel as a result of not doing so.
It's a quid pro quo. Not a message to the Ego.
Apparently it was written before the death of his father. But still about him they say I gues
Wasnt his father an english teacher?
Don't think his Da' was a coal miner...
So then why am I reading it's about his father going blind?
@@ticketyboo2456 Richard Burton's Da was a coal miner. Burton often recited Thomas' poetry.
As many have said, this is one of great poems, a handful, that captures a sentiment, a feeling beyond just rational articulation of words -- and one that is usually read as defiance against death. It does, on a deeper level, one perhaps unintended but there nevertheless, is a question: We all die, and will the last moments on Earth, before whatever happens next -- even if that is nothingness, should they be filled with anger against the very nature of the universe?
All things come into existence and then cease after a time, living or just the pebbles and mountains -- that is the way of things. Whether one is angry or accepting of this fact, is it meaningful to "rage" against death, what point is there in feeling it, or expressing it -- the poem seems to ask these questions, even though it is voiced in an imperative, with a certainty that the path of anger is the right one.
The poet gives examples of different types who come to regret at close of life and therefore rage against death. It seems to me that some degree of personal humility would tend to encouage an easier acceptance of death. There is a saying 'sharper than a serpent's tooth to have a thankless child. A last meeting between a world beater and a survivor?
I think it means don't just lay down and let death take you. rage for your life to keep living..but that's my interpretation.
Vinnie C Well, that is the right interpretation...
For some reason, I like the poem, even though from my own perspective, there is little reason not to go gentle into that good night.
Vinnie C No interpretation is a bad one.
Not necessarily according to my standards.
it means live life fully, so you have no regrets on your deathbed.
Getting “do not go gentle” tattooed somewhere soon
Csöndben ne lépj az éjszakába át
Csöndben ne lépj az éjszakába át,
Szikrázzon vén korod, ha hull a nap.
Dúlj-fúlj, ha megszakad a napvilág.
A bölcs bár végül rendjén lát homályt,
Mert nem volt villám-cikázó ajak,
Csöndben nem lép az éjszakába át.
A jó, ki hullámüttön jajt kiált,
Hogy zöld öblön csepp tett is lángra kap,
Dúl-fúl, ha megszakad a napvilág.
A vad, ki naphoz kapkod s búg imát,
S ím késve eszmél: csupa kín a nap,
Csöndben nem lép az éjszakába árt.
A zord tudja, bár verje vaksiság,
Hogy lehet meteor-szemű ki vak,
Dúl-fúl, ha megszakad a napvilág.
Apám, míg lábad bús oromra hág,
Düh s könny között átkozd vagy áldd fiad.
Csöndben ne lépj az éjszakába át,
Dúlj-fúlj, ha megszakad a napvilág.
Nagy László
I hope to see Dylan one day...Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay. That line alone makes poetry worthwhile.
My mum of 92 died a week ago. This video has just turned up in my feed. It's so relevant. I would love to have read it at mum's funeral but doubt I would have got beyond the title before weeping!
Play the song "Radio Protector" by 65daysofstatic and start the video at exactly the 1:00 mark of the song. It's fucking magical.
Zah Merhm i just looked it up it aint that magical try 'rage (interstellar poem) with anthony hopkins' with video now thats magical
I just can't stop hitting repeat on this.
Sivos I had the same experience.
Yo, it's the cadence and delivery of the words. Shit is powerful to those willing to see words hit with might and worth.
Yeah, likewise. Am looking for a way to loop.
On the other hand, whoever said it was such a gas to go on living forever? In the era of covid, it seems to me that people are obsessed with "staying safe", when the whole point of living is to take risks and keep striving and expressing one's self. Raging against the dying of the light is definitely NOT playing everything safe, from my perspective.
Dylan Thomas always kept an article of his winning a foot race as a small boy in his wallet. Perhaps he was a victim of arrested development who realized that he could never recapture the athletic victory he achieved that glorious day. He strove for another kind of glory in his poetry, most of which was written before he was 21 years old. This poem was proof of his triumph of mind over body. His tragic and still mysterious passing at age 36 proved to be true in his poems.
Have some of this tattooed on me. Good quote.
It's ending. It's all ending and we scream and shout and cry until it does. We're not going gentle into that good night. Goodbye, and may you sleep in peace.
Those 7 people went gently into the night
He always sounds like an old man when speaking. It's hard to believe he was 39 when he died
Anyone here after reading Brenton Tarrant manifesto?
Yeap
yup
I was here to listen to Dylan Thomas and I read this.... Brenton Tarrant doesn't deserve to speak those words.
@@cheesestickfpv6162 who are you to say what he deserves and doesn't
@@phantom-681 Well I am educated enough to know this poems meaning is NOT HATE!!!! For example: It means those who actually live out their lives will better see how life has been bright for them, before going towards the sleep of death. The speaker emphasizes that older men should fight fiercely and strongly against death. The purpose of fighting against death is to realize the importance of being alive. The poet believes that goodness comes from fighting against death with full force and might. ...that sick fuck did exactly the opposite .. GO back under your bridge fuckin troll
Wow. Having John Cena read this on the wwe wk15 commercial has a complete different feel. That one is dark, and anger like. This isn't bad either but doesnt have the same feel as I think it was intended too.
Seeing how this is the author speaking it.
i think it has the intention is was meant to.
Samuel Aston Yes!
Samuel Aston Kids these days :')
musicISlyf1 you have to be trolling
musicISlyf1 I was intrigued by your comment, so I looked at the commercial you mentioned. I have to say that John Cena's tone is sinister, but judging by the accompanying video footage, that is the message the WWE wanted to convey. This is the great thing about poetry, that how it is read, and by whom, can elicit such feeling and opinion. I have no doubt that Dylan Thomas was furiously angry and devastated that his father was dying, as it inspired this poem. When wounded, some cry, some write and some, like Mr. Cena deliver an "Attitude Adjustment".
I don't go gentle into anything.....
Thank YOU Dylan Thomas
Why has TH-cam recommended this? Does the algorithm know something I don't!
TH-cam is now including insurance mortality tables in their algorithms data. I'm getting a lot of funeral advertisement junk mail.
We're led around like sheep, hardly aware.
I guess he discovered you are human
My mother died this year and I printed the poem and put it up in on the door of her apartment.
@@pvlgs pvlgs, then God bless your Mother's son.
My mom too fought it until the end. With tears on the side of her beautiful blue eyes she said: 'I'm afraid'. 😭😭😭
Dylan Thomas, Welsh genius
orionh3000 Dylan Thomas was born in Swansea in Wales, lived in Carmarthenshire, also in wales and is buried in Carmarthenshire. A famous work of his is A Child’s Christmas in Wales written shortly before he passed away. Yes he did die in New York but he was not American.
@orionh3000 idiot
Ironic: the most famous Welsh writer was a man who said 'Wales was the land of my forefathers, and my forefathers can fucking have it.'
+Penthesilea in Von Kleist's version.
+kelman727 I totally understand Thomas's dismay and comment based on his own personal experiences which resonate and were relatable on a national level also. Taking into account the hardship and poverty most british people endured during that time. This is similar in method to the song "Jerusalem" seen as an English song of hope and victory. In actual fact it highlights William Blake's negative view of England's working class poverty, deprivation and social decay. But in hindsight it was that very same hardship and toil from our tiny nation that cultivated an empire which spanned the globe. Goes to show two things 1- people will say anything if you put a tune to it. 2- Sheep don't just come from Wales lol :-D
yes, the British people have always been a peasant class, suitable as henchmen for genocidal imperialists and their Jewish handlers, even to this day.
takes one, to know one i guess.
dandylion Steady on!