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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 17 ก.พ. 2010
- This poem was left unfinished at Dylan Thomas' death. The first seventeen lines were untouched, but the rest was reconstructed/edited from Thomas' manuscript by his friend Vernon Watkins.
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride
On that darkest day, Oh, forever may
He lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow
Young among the long flocks, and never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
Above all he longed for his mother's breast
Which was rest and dust, and in the kind ground
The darkest justice of death, blind and unblessed.
Let him find no rest but be fathered and found,
I prayed in the crouching room, by his blind bed,
In the muted house, one minute before
Noon, and night, and light. the rivers of the dead
Veined his poor hand I held, and I saw
Through his unseeing eyes to the roots of the sea.
(An old tormented man three-quarters blind,
I am not too proud to cry that He and he
Will never never go out of my mind.
All his bones crying, and poor in all but pain,
Being innocent, he dreaded that he died
Hating his God, but what he was was plain:
An old kind man brave in his burning pride.
The sticks of the house were his; his books he owned.
Even as a baby he had never cried;
Nor did he now, save to his secret wound.
Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide.
Here among the light of the lording sky
An old man is with me where I go
Walking in the meadows of his son's eye
On whom a world of ills came down like snow.
He cried as he died, fearing at last the spheres'
Last sound, the world going out without a breath:
Too proud to cry, too frail to check the tears,
And caught between two nights, blindness and death.
O deepest wound of all that he should die
On that darkest day. oh, he could hide
The tears out of his eyes, too proud to cry.
Until I die he will not leave my side.)
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Too frail to catch the tears. Emotionally charged and beautifully recited. Two great Welshmen.
Incredible incredible incredible poetry and Burton,s voice
One of my favourite pieces ever. "Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide. Here among the light of the light of the lording sky an old man is with me where I go walking in the meadows of his son's eye...". Just absolutely divine.
"Too proud to cry, too frail to check the tears" -- perhaps the best line of the poem!
Yes I quite agree.
These later readings are the best of Burton- and that is saying something. We shall never hear his like again
The superstar of oratory.👍❤️❤️
Two of my most admired, lusted after men- Burton's voice alone gives me goosebumps...
The man is was simply amazing.! Love Richard Burton wish he were still with us.!
I believe Richard Burton had the greatest voice in the English speaking world. Since his death 30 years ago I've not heard another one that compares to it.
+1stDrakePassage Morgan Freeman?
Patrick Stewart in Moby Dick?
Anthony Hopkins ?
It's great as it's not theatrical, just beautiful.
Richard Burton has the best male voice and Vanessa Redgrave has the best female voice, I think.
Terrific!!!!!!! Dylan Thomas and Burton, pure gold.
Dylan Thomas was a wonderful poet ! Happy Birthday , dear chronicler of life as experienced by we humans . Your descriptions live on , immortal Bard .
No doubt the beauty of Elizabeth Taylor was breathtaking but I submit the voice of Richard Burton brings one to blended knee in reverence.
"Till I die he will not leave my side"......and......."Poor in all but pain".
What a word smith Thomas was and what a voice Burton had!
In an age of banality, this is food for the soul.
My favorite poem by the great Welsh poet!!!
I ADORE Richard Burton
This man can read the telephone book and I'll still be enthralled
I ADORE READING
Great actors,many of them, but the voice,genetic inheritage ,trained ,educated ,to end up by catching without purpose our attention, is their signature We are definitely unequal before life,vocal chords, but posessed with charm and mystery at the first encounter Hearing, a sense without filter. An instrument to serve words.
Richard Burton, I love you :)))
TH-cam is such a blessing.
Dylan Thomas' recitation is best of all.
the man was so special when he spoke and dont know if the new war of the worlds will be up to the standard he set
but you can hear the welsh tones, phrases, and emphasis it is warm and draws you into the prose
Beautiful. Miss this incredible Man.
God bless you Burton there you are..
Beautiful
Richard Burton could read Dr. Seuss and make it sound like Shakespeare:)
beautiful reading!
Such innocence. Such love
The reading is almost prophetic ......
Wow...
I'm listening to this in a deeply melancholic state..on the night we lose euro 2016 semi final much more real fears and losses surface. The uncertain future, it will destroy many..the poetry is all I need now
"And caught between two nights: darkness and death"
*Blindness and death.
💙💙💙💙
a btilliant rendering
Burton greatest voice? Olivier?
No 🇬🇧🏴Richard has a simple honest approach-Olivier too theatrical for me.
richard burton was not a racist end of.
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Dylan Thomas Wrote these words, not Richard Burton. Poems or movie stars ?
Who said otherwise? But if anyone has the right to speak them and give them feeling, it is a fellow Welsh man. Hearing Burton speak these words has the same effect as listening to a Welsh Male voice choir...your ears hear the words/music but the words/music speak directly to your soul.
Great talent. Shame he destroyed himself with all that booze.
He and Dy,an Thomas both.
Burton greatest voice? Olivier?
Burton greatest voice? Olivier?