Poetry: 'Do not go gentle into that good night' by Dylan Thomas ‖ Sir Anthony Hopkins

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"Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night" by Dylan Thomas

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.

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Csöndben ne lépj az éjszakába át (Nagy László fordítása)

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.

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My late husband was a phenomenal man. He was 80, with dementia and in terrible health, when Covid got him. I was told to expect the end that night. THREE DAYS later, I was still sleeping in my clothes, while he lay in agony, fighting the last of his many, many battles. That's what I call the good rage: never give in while you have a scrap of strength left.

rosemaryallen
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Absolute perfection..
Anthony Hopkins can read a shopping list and make you linger on his every word....
unbelievable

lynneforsyth
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Do not go gentle into that good night, Clarice.

Frohicky
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This poem has kept me from killing myself. I will not go gentle into that good night. I will rage against the dying of the light.

DarkThelVakarian
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I cherish Sir Anthony's understated reading. He's allowing Thomas's words to work on us, subtly and deeply. Thank you for posting.

thomasdef
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My nephew recited this at my fathers funeral ..a great man Irish workin class fought the good fight all his life ...the blood of the Irish Redbels coursed through his veins 💚🇮🇪🇮🇪🇮🇪🇮🇪🇮🇪☘☘🍀.

davidcurley
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This is my grandfathers least favourite poem. He hated it. And it was because he didn’t have a good relationship with his father. This poem, for all its posturing, is a man asking his father not to die quietly. It’s asking his role model not to leave him. “Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears I pray”; don’t leave me in this world without telling me you were angry to leave it, and me, behind.

tomwhiteley
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Perhaps it requires a Welshman to recite this as perfectly as this.

peterrollinson-lorimer
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I honor Sir Hopkins 🙏
What a recital! Really felt it.

Redwoodtree
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This is the best reading of Thomas's poem --of all who've read it I believe Hopkins brings it most to life

jadeaslain
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" Don't you dare go hollow into that goodnight "

subject_of_ymir
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My brother-in-law died this past Friday. This poem is fitting for him. RIP Raymond.

antonioalvarez
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For Thomas, fighter of the good fight to the end. RIP 5-03-2023.

patbowman
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I love the clean voice with out music. Thanks!

MrJissch
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among the greatest male reading voices over the last 100 hundred years. Joy, joy, joy.

fredhoupt
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Mr. lecter regales his dinner guests with poetry as he serves delectable cuts of census taker.

ilyas
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this was read on my fathers funeral you could hear a pin drop

pietpraters
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I listened to this over and over as my father was dying in hospice. I imagined myself reading this poem to my father (I was well aware of Dylan and this poem decades before) and how he would be somehow magically resurrected with a renewed spirit and desire to live longer. And what of Dylan Thomas? Thomas wrote this beautiful poem for his father, but died only a few years later- succumbing to his own raging and fatalistic alcoholism, making the ideal for a morale fight seem silly. So what do we make of this poem? Do I insist on its literal meaning transmitted to desires for an eternal life, perhaps an eternal metaphysical life, that in which most cases our loved ones will not be able to change their fates, including the seemingly hypocritical author himself? Of course not... this is a message only of glorious hope to be emphatically pressed and desired on the tips of our tongues for eternity. To speak the sweet truth of heavenly life before bitter death.... Art is Long and Time is

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I feel like he could be using this poem to express multiple feelings of different ages of men thru different timelimes. Alot of regret and yearning. The first part "tho wise men". Could be a priest/holy man in his old age facing death realizing that they didnt change the world thru the word they preached."forked no lightning "They know the dark is right, "heaven" But its telling them not to give up. Second part "good men" could be about a person that has lived an un adventurous life, a good man "frail deeds" but a man who did good and expected good to come but never did. "Might have danced in a green bay" Regretful. Third part "wild men". Could be about an outlaw or a criminal that was locked up "and learn, too late". Never forfilled their dreams, cut short. Maybe they were killed " they grieved it on its way". Fourth part "Grave men" i feel is about soldiers at war. Men knowing they are going to die and are thinking of home. "Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay". Fifth part "And you" i think is about his father passing the tourch to him. Maybe a college graduation. Him realizing that his father knows hes no longer alpha. "there on that sad height". Sharing emotions with his father. "Me now with your fierce tears". I feel its reinforcing the fact that we should not give up on ourselves and life. Fight for every last breath we get! No matter the circumstances.

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I enjoy this reading the most. Enjoy so much I must fight against shyness to declare this is the best reading

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