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And this as well, which is amazing to hear and experience near where it must have been lived and written:
"You can hear the dew falling" is a sentence which makes all the sense it needs on a night like tonight.
#DylanThomasDay
https://yewtu.be/watch?v=XAo5w91G53A
It's #DylanThomasDay - celebrating here in #Abertawe by remembering this.
There's #UnderMilkWood and then there's #DylanThomas 's Under Milk Wood read by Richard Burton.
It is brilliant.
Listen to it tonight if you can.
Do not go gentle into the 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 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.