Ahh the Welsh, and the phenomenal, Richard Burton. A voice like a Stradivarius cello in a coal mine. Only the mellifluous Anthony Hopkins and Gregory Peck, both come second. Burton & Peck, truly missed 💔💔💔
Been a Burton fan since I was ten years old.as a proud Welshman, he and Dylan were the closest thing to artistic genius we can boast. Both lives cut short before their time in the shadow of the bottle.
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One of my most powerful childhood memories is the Son et Lumiere, narrated by Richard Burton, on the Giza Plateau by the Sphinx and the Great Pyramid of Cheops in Egypt. One of the greatest actors, with one of the greatest voices in history - despite a succession of turkeys he starred in!
In a teaching career that spanned over 45 years I covered this poem hundreds of times as I believe every child should read it. I held my father’s hand in between defibrillator shocks as paramedics worked on him, urging him to respond. Unfortunately he didn’t make it. I ended my career teaching delinquent lads in Liverpool. You could hear a pin drop in my classroom as these tough lads realised that I had lived the poem they were reading. Teaching - the best job on the planet.
I hear you. I know your pain and grieving, I lost someone, a friend and father figure, he was a teacher, too. I respect and admire all teachers in the world. Please, accept my condolences for your loss, and find all peace of mind and happiness in the years to come. PS forgive my grammar and spelling mistakes, English is my second language
@@carlosdasilva3993 Yours English is excellent my friend. Better than my Spanish or Portugese or Italian. ??? Please be safe 😷🙏☝ . Chaio. Arnold Bourbon Amaral 🇪🇸🇫🇷🇺🇸🇮🇹
@AMT I’m fine and thanks so much for asking. I’ve just been given the all-clear following surgery for cancer so I am about to enjoy retirement with a vengeance!
Burton and Hopkins come from the same place, Port Talbot, a steel mining town in South Wales, near Swansea where Dylan Thomas was born and lived. All three have that musicality in the accent that the educated people in this part of Wales had, nothing to do with the accent of the rest of the Welsh people, so unic, beautiful voices.
Richard Burton. An amazing Welsh Actor. A beautiful voice one which can never die. He was so, so young before his time at 58. This poem was patticularly poiniant even more.
The most blessed voice for all time, one of the stars of my age, reading a poem that tells us how we should behave in the twilight of our lives... So uplifting...
What words from a Welsh poet, read by the WELSHMAN of all WELSHMAN stunning WELSH VOICE god bless you Richard Burton & our poet DYLAN, please read a child's Christmas in Wales xxxxxx everyone
@@Ade4fish Yes.... true....!!!!!!! But I was writing one article about Richard Burton, so my focus was on him....but I do know he loved Dylan Thomas poetry so much!! But you are right WHAT A POEM!!!
The actor Burton had a great career and read this poem wonderfully well. BUT, did you know that there was a SIR Richard Burton who lived and died on dates very close to 100 years before the actor Burton? A Sir Richard Francis Burton to be exact, which man was a Victorian Brit superstar whose name was known all over the world and whose name was often on most Brits lips as he outdid himself again and again. He was a polymath of such depth that it seems almost impossible and a xxxxxx? with incredible determination. Sorry to be cryptic but i was hoping to stimulate some of you into looking him up on the web and learning something about the past. I am an American but Sir Richard Burton was one of my youthful heroes. There is an excellent bio at www.britannica.com. For a little spoiler for a memory jog, one of his compatriots was John Hanning Speke, also hugely famous.
Sort of amused by this-showing off? Some of us are quite familiar with the first Richard Burton. I would hardly call him a hero, but a linguist of almost mystical power. Surprised you didn't mention that at least the story is he wa the first non-Muslim to penetrate the secrets of Mecca.
Ah! You English and your fondness for empty honours and elitist titles! These are even for sale in your House of Lords. The man's artistry speaks eloquently for itself. The name Richard Burton is enough magic, without the medieval honorifics.
The words that tumbled from this amazing orator's mouth were akin to diamonds that sparkled and shone - we pray that he did go gentle into that good night inasmuch as it was peaceful and without rage. There will never be the like of this gifted human ever again - we are gratified that his recordings live on and we can still be inspired by his wondrous utterances.
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 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. Dylan Thomas, “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night” from The Poems of Dylan Thomas. Copyright 1939, 1946 by New Directions Publishing Corporation. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation. Source: The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1957)
The day before yesterday I read my poems at the castle, I really have to learn a lot HOW, from the best, thanks for giving Richard's voice here, a wonderful experience, thanks!
A Welsh Shakespearean actor who recites this even better than its author... For all those who fought + thought you had won... how has it CHANGED you? For that is all you can ever take with you... then you can go into the Light
My mum got me an album of great Welsh actors reading Thomas, when I was 13. It included Emlyn Williams reading A Child's Christmas in Wales, and this. Unforgettable!
@Bramble Rambles True, but a lot of heavy drinkers live more than 58 yrs. At least some of my relatives, lol. Because of that trait in my family, I made the choice not to do so. xo
@@1950bluesman I agree with you. I adore Richard Burton and he was the best person to feel this poem but Dylan Thomas read it better, in a more realistic and tragic way, as he wrote it for his father's impending death. Burton's reading is fascinating as well but more theatrical.
When I was diognosed with a cyst (lymphoma) half the size of my abdomen, crushing and displacing organs I went to Swansea Library looking for the poem "For Whom the Bell Tolls." by Hemmingway. For some reason I had the poem Do Not Go Gentle into That Goodnight running through my head. Dylan Thomas the author had lived in Swansea.
From one Welsh man to another. Fun fact a certain singer song writer allegedly took Dylan Thomas name because his poetry was popular in the states during the 60s .The name of the singer song writer was Robert Zimmerman he became known as Bob Dylan.
Or step into an even greater Light… I knew someone, the second wife of an older man, whose husband looked over her shoulder one day at the door leading outside, said “Good God!” gently in apparent amazement, and sat down. By the time his body reached the chair he had died, leaving a blissfully happy expression on his face.
My father wanted to go to Brown's and recite In my craft or sullen art we tried to get him there after my mother's extremely sad passing due to tragedy with dementia her death on a bitter February night in a feild behind a local church. As a family we had stood at dylans grave we were desperate to get dad to Brown's he fell in the bathroom and went into a brain stem coma and never made the journey to Brown's .But in my heart and intoxicated dreams he shared a drink and recited with Dylan Thomas.
As I listen to this now, after seeing my father fight for each moment more with those he loved, I can only think of the selfishness of love. Begging those in pain to hold on for our sakes. Because we aren’t ready for them to leave us. For our comfort. I love this poem, but it takes on a different meaning as you get older and watch those you love die.
