Vandaag wordt op vele plaatsen in de Engelstalige wereld herdacht, dat Dylan Thomas vijftig jaar geleden op 39-jarige leeftijd overleed.
Het werk van de bard uit Wales leeft. Zijn gedichten worden gelezen, het stemmenspel Under Milkwood wordt nog steeds opgevoerd en ook zijn stem is veelvuldig op internet te beluisteren.
Bieslog herdenkt Dylan Thomas met zijn bekendste gedicht, door hemzelf voorgedragen.
Zet het geluid aan en lees mee svp.
Do not go gentle into that 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.