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Dylan Thomas — Lament
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
All the green leaved little weddings' wives
In the coal black bush and let them grieve.
When I was a gusty man and a half
And the black beast of the beetles' pews
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of bitches),
Not a boy and a bit in the wick-
Dipping moon and drunk as a new dropped calf,
I whistled all night in the twisted flues,
Midwives grew in the midnight ditches,
And the sizzling sheets of the town cried, Quick!-
Whenever I dove in a breast high shoal,
Wherever I ramped in the clover quilts,
Whatsoever I did in the coal-
Black night, I left my quivering prints.
When I was a man you could call a man
And the black cross of the holy house,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of welcome),
Brandy and ripe in my bright, bass prime,
No springtailed tom in the red hot town
With every simmering woman his mouse
But a hillocky bull in the swelter
Of summer come in his great good time
To the sultry, biding herds, I said,
Oh, time enough when the blood runs cold,
And I lie down but to sleep in bed,
For my sulking, skulking, coal black soul!
When I was half the man I was
And serve me right as the preachers warn,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of downfall),
No flailing calf or cat in a flame
Or hickory bull in milky grass
But a black sheep with a crumpled horn,
At last the soul from its foul mousehole
Slunk pouting out when the limp time came;
And I gave my soul a blind, slashed eye,
Gristle and rind, and a roarers' life,
And I shoved it into the coal black sky
To find a woman's soul for a wife.
Now I am a man no more no more
And a black reward for a roaring life,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of strangers),
Tidy and cursed in my dove cooed room
I lie down thin and hear the good bells jaw--
For, oh, my soul found a sunday wife
In the coal black sky and she bore angels!
Harpies around me out of her womb!
Chastity prays for me, piety sings,
Innocence sweetens my last black breath,
Modesty hides my thighs in her wings,
And all the deadly virtues plague my death!
Dylan Marlais Thomas (1914-1953)
Reading by Dylan Thomas
If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love
If I were tickled by the rub of love,
A rooking girl who stole me for her side,
Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string,
If the red tickle as the cattle calve
Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung,
I would not fear the apple nor the flood
Nor the bad blood of spring.
Shall it be male or female? say the cells,
And drop the plum like fire from the flesh.
If I were tickled by the hatching hair,
The winging bone that sprouted in the heels,
The itch of man upon the baby's thigh,
I would not fear the gallows nor the axe
Nor the crossed sticks of war.
Shall it be male or female? say the fingers
That chalk the walls with greet girls and their men.
I would not fear the muscling-in of love
If I were tickled by the urchin hungers
Rehearsing heat upon a raw-edged nerve.
I would not fear the devil in the loin
Nor the outspoken grave.
If I were tickled by the lovers' rub
That wipes away not crow's-foot nor the lock
Of sick old manhood on the fallen jaws,
Time and the crabs and the sweethearting crib
Would leave me cold as butter for the flies
The sea of scums could drown me as it broke
Dead on the sweethearts' toes.
This world is half the devil's and my own,
Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl
And curling round the bud that forks her eye.
An old man's shank one-marrowed with my bone,
And all the herrings smelling in the sea,
I sit and watch the worm beneath my nail
Wearing the quick away.
And that's the rub, the only rub that tickles.
The knobbly ape that swings along his sex
From damp love-darkness and the nurse's twist
Can never raise the midnight of a chuckle,
Nor when he finds a beauty in the breast
Of lover, mother, lovers, or his six
Feet in the rubbing dust.
And what's the rub? Death's feather on the nerve?
Your mouth, my love, the thistle in the kiss?
My Jack of Christ born thorny on the tree?
The words of death are dryer than his stiff,
My wordy wounds are printed with your hair.
I would be tickled by the rub that is:
Man be my metaphor.
Dylan Thomas
- published: 30 Jul 2016
The Welshman Richard Burton all over!
REV. ELI JENKINS
Dear Gwalia! I know there are
Towns lovelier than ours,
And fairer hills and loftier far,
And groves more full of flowers,
And boskier woods more blithe with spring
And bright with birds' adorning,
And sweeter bards than I to sing
Their praise this beauteous morning.
By Cader Idris, tempest-torn,
Or Moel yr Wyddfa's glory,
Carnedd Llewelyn beauty born,
Plinlimmon old in story,
By mountains where King Arthur dreams,
By Penmaenmawr defiant,
Llaregyb Hill a molehill seems,
A pygmy to a giant.
By Sawdde, Senny, Dovey, Dee,
Edw, Eden, Aled, all,
Taff and Towy broad and free,
Llyfhant with its waterfall,
Claerwen, Cleddau, Dulais, Daw,
Ely, Gwili, Ogwr, Nedd,
Small is our River Dewi, Lord,
A baby on a rushy bed.
By Carreg Cennen, King of time,
Our Heron Head is only
A bit of stone with seaweed spread
Where gulls come to be lonely.
A tiny dingle is Milk Wood
By Golden Grove 'neath Grongar,
But let me choose and oh! I should
Love all my life and longer
To stroll among our trees and stray
In Goosegog Lane, on Donkey Down,
And hear the Dewi sing all day,
And never, never leave the town.
- published: 30 Jul 2016
This upload was made possible thanks to YouTuber HughJason who kindly put this recording at my disposal
- published: 30 Jul 2016
The classic 1963 radio dramatization, with Richard Burton as the narrator, of Dylan Thomas's "play for voices". From their dreamy dreams to their work-day gossip, this drama traces the lives of a group of villagers in a tiny Welsh seaport.
Dylan Thomas was born in Swansea on 27 October 1914, the son of a senior English master. On leaving school he worked on the South Wales Evening Post before embarking on his literary career in London. Not only a poet, he wrote short stories, film scripts, features and radio plays, the most famous being Under Milk Wood. On 9 November 1953, shortly after his thirty-ninth birthday, he collapsed and died in New York city. He is buried in Laugharne, Carmarthenshire, which had become his main home since 1949. In 1982 a memorial stone to commemorate him was unveiled in 'Poet's Corner' in Westminster Abbey. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
- published: 30 Jul 2016
A reading of Dylan's monolithic villanelle on his dying father. It's more about how it makes you feel than what the words mean.
"Do not go gentle into death's esteemed Vale,
Elderly persons should try to hang on when the body starts to fail;
Though, of course, one day it naturally transpires,
That everyone's membership of the human race expires."
Tim Hopkins imitating William McGonagall imitating Dylan Thomas.
Here's Dylan himself reading it:
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Dylan Thomas — Fern Hill
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Here, actor Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas' poem, "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night." To learn more about "Six Centuries of Verse" or to purchase the DVD, please visit http://www.athenalearning.com
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas.
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To begin at the beginning:
It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine tonight in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives. Young girls lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, bridesmaided by glow-worms down the aisles of the organplaying wood. The boys are dreaming wicked or of the bucking ranches of the night and the jollyrodgered sea. And the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in the fields, and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in the wetnosed yards; and the cats nap in the slant corners or lope sly, streaking and needling, on the one cloud of the roofs.
You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing. Only your eyes are unclosed, to see the black and folded town fast, and slow, asleep. And you alone can hear the invisible starfall, the darkest-before-dawn minutely dewgrazed stir of the black, dab-filled sea where the Arethusa, the Curlew and the Skylark, Zanzibar, Rhiannon, the Rover, the Cormorant, and the Star of Wales tilt and ride.
Listen. It is night moving in the streets, the processional salt slow musical wind in Coronation Street and Cockle Row, it is the grass growing on Llareggub Hill, dew fall, star fall, the sleep of birds in Milk Wood.
Listen. It is night in the chill, squat chapel, hymning, in bonnet and brooch and bombazine black, butterfly choker and bootlace bow, coughing like nannygoats, sucking mintoes, fortywinking hallelujah; night in the four-ale, quiet as a domino; in Ocky Milkman's loft like a mouse with gloves; in Dai Bread's bakery flying like black flour. It is tonight in Donkey Street, trotting silent, with seaweed on its hooves, along the cockled cobbles, past curtained fernpot, text and trinket, harmonium, holy dresser, watercolours done by hand, china dog and rosy tin teacaddy. It is night neddying among the snuggeries of babies.
Look. It is night, dumbly, royally winding through the Coronation cherry trees; going through the graveyard of Bethesda with winds gloved and folded, and dew doffed; tumbling by the Sailors Arms.
Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the combs and petticoats over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth, Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing dickybird-watching pictures of the dead. Only you can hear and see, behind the eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wishes and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams.
From where you are, you can hear their dreams.
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Dylan Thomas
Dylan Marlais Thomas (27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953) was a Welsh poet and writer, whose works include the poems "Do not go gentle into that good night" and "And death shall have no dominion"; the 'play for voices' Under Milk Wood; and stories and radio broadcasts such as A Child's Christmas in Wales and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog. He became widely popular in his lifetime, and remained so after his premature death at the age of 39 in New York City, but had by then acquired a reputation, which he encouraged, as a "roistering, drunken and doomed poet".
Thomas was born in Swansea, Wales, in 1914. An undistinguished pupil, he left school at 16 and became a journalist for a short time. Although many of his works appeared in print while he was still a teenager, it was the publication of "Light breaks where no sun shines", in 1934, that caught the attention of the literary world. While living in London, Thomas met Caitlin Macnamara, whom he married in 1937. Their relationship, defined by alcoholism, was mutually destructive. In the early part of their marriage, Thomas and his family lived hand-to-mouth, settling in the Welsh fishing village of Laugharne.
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4 min 30 secDylan Thomas — Lament
Dylan Thomas — LamentDylan Thomas — Lament
Dylan Thomas — Lament When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women), I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood, The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit, I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled Nine-pin down on donkey's common, And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed Whoever I would with my wicked eyes, The whole of the moon I could love and leave All the green leaved little weddings' wives In the coal black bush and let them grieve. When I was a gusty man and a half And the black beast of the beetles' pews (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of bitches), Not a boy and a bit in the wick- Dipping moon and drunk as a new dropped calf, I whistled all night in the twisted flues, Midwives grew in the midnight ditches, And the sizzling sheets of the town cried, Quick!- Whenever I dove in a breast high shoal, Wherever I ramped in the clover quilts, Whatsoever I did in the coal- Black night, I left my quivering prints. When I was a man you could call a man And the black cross of the holy house, (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of welcome), Brandy and ripe in my bright, bass prime, No springtailed tom in the red hot town With every simmering woman his mouse But a hillocky bull in the swelter Of summer come in his great good time To the sultry, biding herds, I said, Oh, time enough when the blood runs cold, And I lie down but to sleep in bed, For my sulking, skulking, coal black soul! When I was half the man I was And serve me right as the preachers warn, (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of downfall), No flailing calf or cat in a flame Or hickory bull in milky grass But a black sheep with a crumpled horn, At last the soul from its foul mousehole Slunk pouting out when the limp time came; And I gave my soul a blind, slashed eye, Gristle and rind, and a roarers' life, And I shoved it into the coal black sky To find a woman's soul for a wife. Now I am a man no more no more And a black reward for a roaring life, (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of strangers), Tidy and cursed in my dove cooed room I lie down thin and hear the good bells jaw-- For, oh, my soul found a sunday wife In the coal black sky and she bore angels! Harpies around me out of her womb! Chastity prays for me, piety sings, Innocence sweetens my last black breath, Modesty hides my thighs in her wings, And all the deadly virtues plague my death! -
3 min 17 secDylan Thomas — If I Were Tickled By The Rub Of Love
Dylan Thomas — If I Were Tickled By The Rub Of LoveDylan Thomas — If I Were Tickled By The Rub Of Love
Dylan Marlais Thomas (1914-1953) Reading by Dylan Thomas If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string, If the red tickle as the cattle calve Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung, I would not fear the apple nor the flood Nor the bad blood of spring. Shall it be male or female? say the cells, And drop the plum like fire from the flesh. If I were tickled by the hatching hair, The winging bone that sprouted in the heels, The itch of man upon the baby's thigh, I would not fear the gallows nor the axe Nor the crossed sticks of war. Shall it be male or female? say the fingers That chalk the walls with greet girls and their men. I would not fear the muscling-in of love If I were tickled by the urchin hungers Rehearsing heat upon a raw-edged nerve. I would not fear the devil in the loin Nor the outspoken grave. If I were tickled by the lovers' rub That wipes away not crow's-foot nor the lock Of sick old manhood on the fallen jaws, Time and the crabs and the sweethearting crib Would leave me cold as butter for the flies The sea of scums could drown me as it broke Dead on the sweethearts' toes. This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl And curling round the bud that forks her eye. An old man's shank one-marrowed with my bone, And all the herrings smelling in the sea, I sit and watch the worm beneath my nail Wearing the quick away. And that's the rub, the only rub that tickles. The knobbly ape that swings along his sex From damp love-darkness and the nurse's twist Can never raise the midnight of a chuckle, Nor when he finds a beauty in the breast Of lover, mother, lovers, or his six Feet in the rubbing dust. And what's the rub? Death's feather on the nerve? Your mouth, my love, the thistle in the kiss? My Jack of Christ born thorny on the tree? The words of death are dryer than his stiff, My wordy wounds are printed with your hair. I would be tickled by the rub that is: Man be my metaphor. Dylan Thomas -
1 min 44 secRichard Burton reads Dylan Thomas - from 'Under Milk Wood': Rev. Eli Jenkins' poem
Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas - from 'Under Milk Wood': Rev. Eli Jenkins' poemRichard Burton reads Dylan Thomas - from 'Under Milk Wood': Rev. Eli Jenkins' poem
The Welshman Richard Burton all over! REV. ELI JENKINS Dear Gwalia! I know there are Towns lovelier than ours, And fairer hills and loftier far, And groves more full of flowers, And boskier woods more blithe with spring And bright with birds' adorning, And sweeter bards than I to sing Their praise this beauteous morning. By Cader Idris, tempest-torn, Or Moel yr Wyddfa's glory, Carnedd Llewelyn beauty born, Plinlimmon old in story, By mountains where King Arthur dreams, By Penmaenmawr defiant, Llaregyb Hill a molehill seems, A pygmy to a giant. By Sawdde, Senny, Dovey, Dee, Edw, Eden, Aled, all, Taff and Towy broad and free, Llyfhant with its waterfall, Claerwen, Cleddau, Dulais, Daw, Ely, Gwili, Ogwr, Nedd, Small is our River Dewi, Lord, A baby on a rushy bed. By Carreg Cennen, King of time, Our Heron Head is only A bit of stone with seaweed spread Where gulls come to be lonely. A tiny dingle is Milk Wood By Golden Grove 'neath Grongar, But let me choose and oh! I should Love all my life and longer To stroll among our trees and stray In Goosegog Lane, on Donkey Down, And hear the Dewi sing all day, And never, never leave the town. -
1 min 39 secRichard Burton reads Dylan Thomas's poem 'The force that through the green fuse drives the flower'.
Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas's poem 'The force that through the green fuse drives the flower'.Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas's poem 'The force that through the green fuse drives the flower'.
This upload was made possible thanks to YouTuber HughJason who kindly put this recording at my disposal -
14 min 41 secDylan Thomas: Under Milk Wood - Richard Burton: BBC Play - 1/8
Dylan Thomas: Under Milk Wood - Richard Burton: BBC Play - 1/8Dylan Thomas: Under Milk Wood - Richard Burton: BBC Play - 1/8
The classic 1963 radio dramatization, with Richard Burton as the narrator, of Dylan Thomas's "play for voices". From their dreamy dreams to their work-day gossip, this drama traces the lives of a group of villagers in a tiny Welsh seaport. Dylan Thomas was born in Swansea on 27 October 1914, the son of a senior English master. On leaving school he worked on the South Wales Evening Post before embarking on his literary career in London. Not only a poet, he wrote short stories, film scripts, features and radio plays, the most famous being Under Milk Wood. On 9 November 1953, shortly after his thirty-ninth birthday, he collapsed and died in New York city. He is buried in Laugharne, Carmarthenshire, which had become his main home since 1949. In 1982 a memorial stone to commemorate him was unveiled in 'Poet's Corner' in Westminster Abbey. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. -
8 min 32 secArena - Dylan Thomas From Grave to Cradle (BBC 2003) - Part 1
Arena - Dylan Thomas From Grave to Cradle (BBC 2003) - Part 1Arena - Dylan Thomas From Grave to Cradle (BBC 2003) - Part 1
A biography/documentary on Dylan Thomas -
1 min 26 sec"Do not go Gentle into that Good Night" Dylan Thomas
"Do not go Gentle into that Good Night" Dylan Thomas"Do not go Gentle into that Good Night" Dylan Thomas
A reading of Dylan's monolithic villanelle on his dying father. It's more about how it makes you feel than what the words mean. "Do not go gentle into death's esteemed Vale, Elderly persons should try to hang on when the body starts to fail; Though, of course, one day it naturally transpires, That everyone's membership of the human race expires." Tim Hopkins imitating William McGonagall imitating Dylan Thomas. Here's Dylan himself reading it: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377 -
4 min 1 secDylan Thomas — Fern Hill
Dylan Thomas — Fern HillDylan Thomas — Fern Hill
Dylan Thomas — Fern Hill Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams. All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air And playing, lovely and watery And fire green as grass. And nightly under the simple stars As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away, All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars Flying with the ricks, and the horses Flashing into the dark. And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all Shining, it was Adam and maiden, The sky gathered again And the sun grew round that very day. So it must have been after the birth of the simple light In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm Out of the whinnying green stable On to the fields of praise. And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long, In the sun born over and over, I ran my heedless ways, My wishes raced through the house high hay And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs Before the children green and golden Follow him out of grace. Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fields And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. -
1 min 41 secBulldog Reading Dylan Thomas
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2 min 31 secAnthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas
Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan ThomasAnthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas
Here, actor Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas' poem, "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night." To learn more about "Six Centuries of Verse" or to purchase the DVD, please visit http://www.athenalearning.com -
4 min 6 secDylan Thomas -- Under Milk Wood
Dylan Thomas -- Under Milk WoodDylan Thomas -- Under Milk Wood
Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas. Comment, rate, subscribe please! ------ To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine tonight in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now. Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives. Young girls lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, bridesmaided by glow-worms down the aisles of the organplaying wood. The boys are dreaming wicked or of the bucking ranches of the night and the jollyrodgered sea. And the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in the fields, and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in the wetnosed yards; and the cats nap in the slant corners or lope sly, streaking and needling, on the one cloud of the roofs. You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing. Only your eyes are unclosed, to see the black and folded town fast, and slow, asleep. And you alone can hear the invisible starfall, the darkest-before-dawn minutely dewgrazed stir of the black, dab-filled sea where the Arethusa, the Curlew and the Skylark, Zanzibar, Rhiannon, the Rover, the Cormorant, and the Star of Wales tilt and ride. Listen. It is night moving in the streets, the processional salt slow musical wind in Coronation Street and Cockle Row, it is the grass growing on Llareggub Hill, dew fall, star fall, the sleep of birds in Milk Wood. Listen. It is night in the chill, squat chapel, hymning, in bonnet and brooch and bombazine black, butterfly choker and bootlace bow, coughing like nannygoats, sucking mintoes, fortywinking hallelujah; night in the four-ale, quiet as a domino; in Ocky Milkman's loft like a mouse with gloves; in Dai Bread's bakery flying like black flour. It is tonight in Donkey Street, trotting silent, with seaweed on its hooves, along the cockled cobbles, past curtained fernpot, text and trinket, harmonium, holy dresser, watercolours done by hand, china dog and rosy tin teacaddy. It is night neddying among the snuggeries of babies. Look. It is night, dumbly, royally winding through the Coronation cherry trees; going through the graveyard of Bethesda with winds gloved and folded, and dew doffed; tumbling by the Sailors Arms. Time passes. Listen. Time passes. Come closer now. Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the combs and petticoats over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth, Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing dickybird-watching pictures of the dead. Only you can hear and see, behind the eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wishes and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams. From where you are, you can hear their dreams. -
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Thomas, Dylan Filmography
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2007, role: actor , character name: Mike Bister
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2007, role: actor , character name: Agent D
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Famous quotes by Dylan Thomas:
"Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's own vanity."
"He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest."
"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"
"I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, downthrow and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression."
"I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't."
"An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do."
"When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes."
"Somebody's boring me. I think it's me."
"Though lovers be lost love shall not."
"Do not go gentle into that good night,"
"But time has set its maggot on their track."
"I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record."
"Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone; and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party."
"These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of Man and in praise of God, and I'd be a damn' fool if they weren't."
"There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright."
"Great is the hand that holds dominion over man by a scribbled name."
"Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great."
"I went on all over the States, ranting poems to enthusiastic audiences that, the week before, had been equally enthusiastic about lectures on Railway Development or the Modern Turkish Essay."
"Dylan talked copiously, then stopped. 'Somebody's boring me,' he said, 'I think it's me.'"
Dylan Thomas
ALBUMS
- Under Milk Wood released:
Under Milk Wood
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen Main Theme
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'To begin at the beginning...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'Never such seas...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'I am a draper, mad with love...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'Now in her iceberg-white...nightgown...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'In Butcher Beynon's...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'titbits and topsyturvies...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'And the dawn inches up...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'Morning Prayer'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen Guide Book
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'Oh there's a face!...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'Here's your arsenic, dear...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'Mr and Mrs Cherry Owen...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'From Beynon Butcher's in Coronation Street...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'And...Captain Cat hears all the morning of the town...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'All the women are out this morning...'
- add to main playlist Play in Full Screen 'Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard, la di da...'
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Born: 1914-10-27
Died: 1953-11-09
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Dylan Thomas — Lament
Dylan Thomas — Lament When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women), I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood, The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit, I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled Nine-pin down on donkey's common, And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed Whoever I would with my wicked eyes, The whole of the moon I could love and leave All the green leaved little weddings' wives In the coal black bush and let them grieve. When I was a gusty man and a half And the black beast of the beetles' pews (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of bitches), Not a boy and a bit in the wick- Dipping moon and drunk as a new dropped calf, I whistled all night in the twisted flues, Midwives grew in the midnight ditches, And the sizzling s... -
Dylan Thomas — If I Were Tickled By The Rub Of Love
Dylan Marlais Thomas (1914-1953) Reading by Dylan Thomas If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string, If the red tickle as the cattle calve Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung, I would not fear the apple nor the flood Nor the bad blood of spring. Shall it be male or female? say the cells, And drop the plum like fire from the flesh. If I were tickled by the hatching hair, The winging bone that sprouted in the heels, The itch of man upon the baby's thigh, I would not fear the gallows nor the axe Nor the crossed sticks of war. Shall it be male or female? say the fingers That chalk the walls with greet girls and their men. I would not fear the muscling-i... -
Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas - from 'Under Milk Wood': Rev. Eli Jenkins' poem
The Welshman Richard Burton all over! REV. ELI JENKINS Dear Gwalia! I know there are Towns lovelier than ours, And fairer hills and loftier far, And groves more full of flowers, And boskier woods more blithe with spring And bright with birds' adorning, And sweeter bards than I to sing Their praise this beauteous morning. By Cader Idris, tempest-torn, Or Moel yr Wyddfa's glory, Carnedd Llewelyn beauty born, Plinlimmon old in story, By mountains where King Arthur dreams, By Penmaenmawr defiant, Llaregyb Hill a molehill seems, A pygmy to a giant. By Sawdde, Senny, Dovey, Dee, Edw, Eden, Aled, all, Taff and Towy broad and free, Llyfhant with its waterfall, Claerwen, Cleddau, Dulais, Daw, Ely, Gwili, Ogwr, Nedd, Small is our River Dewi, Lord, A baby on a rushy bed. By Carreg Cennen, Kin... -
Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas's poem 'The force that through the green fuse drives the flower'.
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Dylan Thomas: Under Milk Wood - Richard Burton: BBC Play - 1/8
The classic 1963 radio dramatization, with Richard Burton as the narrator, of Dylan Thomas's "play for voices". From their dreamy dreams to their work-day gossip, this drama traces the lives of a group of villagers in a tiny Welsh seaport. Dylan Thomas was born in Swansea on 27 October 1914, the son of a senior English master. On leaving school he worked on the South Wales Evening Post before embarking on his literary career in London. Not only a poet, he wrote short stories, film scripts, features and radio plays, the most famous being Under Milk Wood. On 9 November 1953, shortly after his thirty-ninth birthday, he collapsed and died in New York city. He is buried in Laugharne, Carmarthenshire, which had become his main home since 1949. In 1982 a memorial stone to commemorate him was un... -
Arena - Dylan Thomas From Grave to Cradle (BBC 2003) - Part 1
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"Do not go Gentle into that Good Night" Dylan Thomas
A reading of Dylan's monolithic villanelle on his dying father. It's more about how it makes you feel than what the words mean. "Do not go gentle into death's esteemed Vale, Elderly persons should try to hang on when the body starts to fail; Though, of course, one day it naturally transpires, That everyone's membership of the human race expires." Tim Hopkins imitating William McGonagall imitating Dylan Thomas. Here's Dylan himself reading it: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377 -
Dylan Thomas — Fern Hill
Dylan Thomas — Fern Hill Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy ... -
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Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas
Here, actor Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas' poem, "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night." To learn more about "Six Centuries of Verse" or to purchase the DVD, please visit http://www.athenalearning.com -
Dylan Thomas -- Under Milk Wood
Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas. Comment, rate, subscribe please! ------ To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine tonight in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now. Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the undertaker and the... -
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Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
This is my first experiment in the Poser program in getting a model to lip synch speech. The sound track is Dylan Thomas himself reading his (part of) his poem "Fern Hill." I had a whole beautiful video planned out in my head for this with backgrounds illustrating the poem and the speak gradually turning from an old man to a young one, but I realized it would take forever on a single home PC so I put it aside. Maybe I'll finish it someday. -
In Memoriam Dylan Thomas [1954] by Igor Stravinsky (1882-71)
Live performance recorded on December 3, 2007 at Zipper Concert Hall at the Colburn School in Los Angeles as part of the Monday Evening Concerts. More information at www.mondayeveningconcerts.org. Jonathan Mack, tenor Herbert Ausman, trombone Ian Carroll, trombone James Miller, trombone Russell Moss, trombone The Calder Quartet: Benjamin Jacobson, violin Andrew Bulbrook, violin Jonathan Moerschel, viola Eric Byers, cello William Kraft, conductor Cameramen: Ross Karre and Jordan Albert Video Director: Ross Karre
Dylan Thomas — Lament
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- Duration: 4 min 30 sec
- Updated: 30 Jul 2016
Dylan Thomas — Lament
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the go...
Dylan Thomas — Lament
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
All the green leaved little weddings' wives
In the coal black bush and let them grieve.
When I was a gusty man and a half
And the black beast of the beetles' pews
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of bitches),
Not a boy and a bit in the wick-
Dipping moon and drunk as a new dropped calf,
I whistled all night in the twisted flues,
Midwives grew in the midnight ditches,
And the sizzling sheets of the town cried, Quick!-
Whenever I dove in a breast high shoal,
Wherever I ramped in the clover quilts,
Whatsoever I did in the coal-
Black night, I left my quivering prints.
When I was a man you could call a man
And the black cross of the holy house,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of welcome),
Brandy and ripe in my bright, bass prime,
No springtailed tom in the red hot town
With every simmering woman his mouse
But a hillocky bull in the swelter
Of summer come in his great good time
To the sultry, biding herds, I said,
Oh, time enough when the blood runs cold,
And I lie down but to sleep in bed,
For my sulking, skulking, coal black soul!
When I was half the man I was
And serve me right as the preachers warn,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of downfall),
No flailing calf or cat in a flame
Or hickory bull in milky grass
But a black sheep with a crumpled horn,
At last the soul from its foul mousehole
Slunk pouting out when the limp time came;
And I gave my soul a blind, slashed eye,
Gristle and rind, and a roarers' life,
And I shoved it into the coal black sky
To find a woman's soul for a wife.
Now I am a man no more no more
And a black reward for a roaring life,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of strangers),
Tidy and cursed in my dove cooed room
I lie down thin and hear the good bells jaw--
For, oh, my soul found a sunday wife
In the coal black sky and she bore angels!
Harpies around me out of her womb!
Chastity prays for me, piety sings,
Innocence sweetens my last black breath,
Modesty hides my thighs in her wings,
And all the deadly virtues plague my death!
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Dylan Thomas — Lament
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
All the green leaved little weddings' wives
In the coal black bush and let them grieve.
When I was a gusty man and a half
And the black beast of the beetles' pews
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of bitches),
Not a boy and a bit in the wick-
Dipping moon and drunk as a new dropped calf,
I whistled all night in the twisted flues,
Midwives grew in the midnight ditches,
And the sizzling sheets of the town cried, Quick!-
Whenever I dove in a breast high shoal,
Wherever I ramped in the clover quilts,
Whatsoever I did in the coal-
Black night, I left my quivering prints.
When I was a man you could call a man
And the black cross of the holy house,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of welcome),
Brandy and ripe in my bright, bass prime,
No springtailed tom in the red hot town
With every simmering woman his mouse
But a hillocky bull in the swelter
Of summer come in his great good time
To the sultry, biding herds, I said,
Oh, time enough when the blood runs cold,
And I lie down but to sleep in bed,
For my sulking, skulking, coal black soul!
When I was half the man I was
And serve me right as the preachers warn,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of downfall),
No flailing calf or cat in a flame
Or hickory bull in milky grass
But a black sheep with a crumpled horn,
At last the soul from its foul mousehole
Slunk pouting out when the limp time came;
And I gave my soul a blind, slashed eye,
Gristle and rind, and a roarers' life,
And I shoved it into the coal black sky
To find a woman's soul for a wife.
Now I am a man no more no more
And a black reward for a roaring life,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of strangers),
Tidy and cursed in my dove cooed room
I lie down thin and hear the good bells jaw--
For, oh, my soul found a sunday wife
In the coal black sky and she bore angels!
Harpies around me out of her womb!
Chastity prays for me, piety sings,
Innocence sweetens my last black breath,
Modesty hides my thighs in her wings,
And all the deadly virtues plague my death!
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Dylan Thomas — If I Were Tickled By The Rub Of Love
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- Duration: 3 min 17 sec
- Updated: 30 Jul 2016
Dylan Marlais Thomas (1914-1953)
Reading by Dylan Thomas
If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love
If I were tickled by the rub of love,
A rooking girl who stole...
Dylan Marlais Thomas (1914-1953)
Reading by Dylan Thomas
If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love
If I were tickled by the rub of love,
A rooking girl who stole me for her side,
Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string,
If the red tickle as the cattle calve
Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung,
I would not fear the apple nor the flood
Nor the bad blood of spring.
Shall it be male or female? say the cells,
And drop the plum like fire from the flesh.
If I were tickled by the hatching hair,
The winging bone that sprouted in the heels,
The itch of man upon the baby's thigh,
I would not fear the gallows nor the axe
Nor the crossed sticks of war.
Shall it be male or female? say the fingers
That chalk the walls with greet girls and their men.
I would not fear the muscling-in of love
If I were tickled by the urchin hungers
Rehearsing heat upon a raw-edged nerve.
I would not fear the devil in the loin
Nor the outspoken grave.
If I were tickled by the lovers' rub
That wipes away not crow's-foot nor the lock
Of sick old manhood on the fallen jaws,
Time and the crabs and the sweethearting crib
Would leave me cold as butter for the flies
The sea of scums could drown me as it broke
Dead on the sweethearts' toes.
This world is half the devil's and my own,
Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl
And curling round the bud that forks her eye.
An old man's shank one-marrowed with my bone,
And all the herrings smelling in the sea,
I sit and watch the worm beneath my nail
Wearing the quick away.
And that's the rub, the only rub that tickles.
The knobbly ape that swings along his sex
From damp love-darkness and the nurse's twist
Can never raise the midnight of a chuckle,
Nor when he finds a beauty in the breast
Of lover, mother, lovers, or his six
Feet in the rubbing dust.
And what's the rub? Death's feather on the nerve?
Your mouth, my love, the thistle in the kiss?
My Jack of Christ born thorny on the tree?
The words of death are dryer than his stiff,
My wordy wounds are printed with your hair.
I would be tickled by the rub that is:
Man be my metaphor.
Dylan Thomas
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Dylan Marlais Thomas (1914-1953)
Reading by Dylan Thomas
If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love
If I were tickled by the rub of love,
A rooking girl who stole me for her side,
Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string,
If the red tickle as the cattle calve
Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung,
I would not fear the apple nor the flood
Nor the bad blood of spring.
Shall it be male or female? say the cells,
And drop the plum like fire from the flesh.
If I were tickled by the hatching hair,
The winging bone that sprouted in the heels,
The itch of man upon the baby's thigh,
I would not fear the gallows nor the axe
Nor the crossed sticks of war.
Shall it be male or female? say the fingers
That chalk the walls with greet girls and their men.
I would not fear the muscling-in of love
If I were tickled by the urchin hungers
Rehearsing heat upon a raw-edged nerve.
I would not fear the devil in the loin
Nor the outspoken grave.
If I were tickled by the lovers' rub
That wipes away not crow's-foot nor the lock
Of sick old manhood on the fallen jaws,
Time and the crabs and the sweethearting crib
Would leave me cold as butter for the flies
The sea of scums could drown me as it broke
Dead on the sweethearts' toes.
This world is half the devil's and my own,
Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl
And curling round the bud that forks her eye.
An old man's shank one-marrowed with my bone,
And all the herrings smelling in the sea,
I sit and watch the worm beneath my nail
Wearing the quick away.
And that's the rub, the only rub that tickles.
The knobbly ape that swings along his sex
From damp love-darkness and the nurse's twist
Can never raise the midnight of a chuckle,
Nor when he finds a beauty in the breast
Of lover, mother, lovers, or his six
Feet in the rubbing dust.
And what's the rub? Death's feather on the nerve?
Your mouth, my love, the thistle in the kiss?
My Jack of Christ born thorny on the tree?
The words of death are dryer than his stiff,
My wordy wounds are printed with your hair.
I would be tickled by the rub that is:
Man be my metaphor.
Dylan Thomas
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas - from 'Under Milk Wood': Rev. Eli Jenkins' poem
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- Duration: 1 min 44 sec
- Updated: 30 Jul 2016
The Welshman Richard Burton all over!
REV. ELI JENKINS
Dear Gwalia! I know there are
Towns lovelier than ours,
And fairer hills and loftier far,
And groves mo...
The Welshman Richard Burton all over!
REV. ELI JENKINS
Dear Gwalia! I know there are
Towns lovelier than ours,
And fairer hills and loftier far,
And groves more full of flowers,
And boskier woods more blithe with spring
And bright with birds' adorning,
And sweeter bards than I to sing
Their praise this beauteous morning.
By Cader Idris, tempest-torn,
Or Moel yr Wyddfa's glory,
Carnedd Llewelyn beauty born,
Plinlimmon old in story,
By mountains where King Arthur dreams,
By Penmaenmawr defiant,
Llaregyb Hill a molehill seems,
A pygmy to a giant.
By Sawdde, Senny, Dovey, Dee,
Edw, Eden, Aled, all,
Taff and Towy broad and free,
Llyfhant with its waterfall,
Claerwen, Cleddau, Dulais, Daw,
Ely, Gwili, Ogwr, Nedd,
Small is our River Dewi, Lord,
A baby on a rushy bed.
By Carreg Cennen, King of time,
Our Heron Head is only
A bit of stone with seaweed spread
Where gulls come to be lonely.
A tiny dingle is Milk Wood
By Golden Grove 'neath Grongar,
But let me choose and oh! I should
Love all my life and longer
To stroll among our trees and stray
In Goosegog Lane, on Donkey Down,
And hear the Dewi sing all day,
And never, never leave the town.
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The Welshman Richard Burton all over!
REV. ELI JENKINS
Dear Gwalia! I know there are
Towns lovelier than ours,
And fairer hills and loftier far,
And groves more full of flowers,
And boskier woods more blithe with spring
And bright with birds' adorning,
And sweeter bards than I to sing
Their praise this beauteous morning.
By Cader Idris, tempest-torn,
Or Moel yr Wyddfa's glory,
Carnedd Llewelyn beauty born,
Plinlimmon old in story,
By mountains where King Arthur dreams,
By Penmaenmawr defiant,
Llaregyb Hill a molehill seems,
A pygmy to a giant.
By Sawdde, Senny, Dovey, Dee,
Edw, Eden, Aled, all,
Taff and Towy broad and free,
Llyfhant with its waterfall,
Claerwen, Cleddau, Dulais, Daw,
Ely, Gwili, Ogwr, Nedd,
Small is our River Dewi, Lord,
A baby on a rushy bed.
By Carreg Cennen, King of time,
Our Heron Head is only
A bit of stone with seaweed spread
Where gulls come to be lonely.
A tiny dingle is Milk Wood
By Golden Grove 'neath Grongar,
But let me choose and oh! I should
Love all my life and longer
To stroll among our trees and stray
In Goosegog Lane, on Donkey Down,
And hear the Dewi sing all day,
And never, never leave the town.
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas's poem 'The force that through the green fuse drives the flower'.
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- Duration: 1 min 39 sec
- Updated: 30 Jul 2016
This upload was made possible thanks to YouTuber HughJason who kindly put this recording at my disposal
This upload was made possible thanks to YouTuber HughJason who kindly put this recording at my disposal
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This upload was made possible thanks to YouTuber HughJason who kindly put this recording at my disposal
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Dylan Thomas: Under Milk Wood - Richard Burton: BBC Play - 1/8
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The classic 1963 radio dramatization, with Richard Burton as the narrator, of Dylan Thomas's "play for voices". From their dreamy dreams to their work-day gossi...
The classic 1963 radio dramatization, with Richard Burton as the narrator, of Dylan Thomas's "play for voices". From their dreamy dreams to their work-day gossip, this drama traces the lives of a group of villagers in a tiny Welsh seaport.
Dylan Thomas was born in Swansea on 27 October 1914, the son of a senior English master. On leaving school he worked on the South Wales Evening Post before embarking on his literary career in London. Not only a poet, he wrote short stories, film scripts, features and radio plays, the most famous being Under Milk Wood. On 9 November 1953, shortly after his thirty-ninth birthday, he collapsed and died in New York city. He is buried in Laugharne, Carmarthenshire, which had become his main home since 1949. In 1982 a memorial stone to commemorate him was unveiled in 'Poet's Corner' in Westminster Abbey. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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The classic 1963 radio dramatization, with Richard Burton as the narrator, of Dylan Thomas's "play for voices". From their dreamy dreams to their work-day gossip, this drama traces the lives of a group of villagers in a tiny Welsh seaport.
Dylan Thomas was born in Swansea on 27 October 1914, the son of a senior English master. On leaving school he worked on the South Wales Evening Post before embarking on his literary career in London. Not only a poet, he wrote short stories, film scripts, features and radio plays, the most famous being Under Milk Wood. On 9 November 1953, shortly after his thirty-ninth birthday, he collapsed and died in New York city. He is buried in Laugharne, Carmarthenshire, which had become his main home since 1949. In 1982 a memorial stone to commemorate him was unveiled in 'Poet's Corner' in Westminster Abbey. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Arena - Dylan Thomas From Grave to Cradle (BBC 2003) - Part 1
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A biography/documentary on Dylan Thomas
A biography/documentary on Dylan Thomas
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"Do not go Gentle into that Good Night" Dylan Thomas
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A reading of Dylan's monolithic villanelle on his dying father. It's more about how it makes you feel than what the words mean.
"Do not go gentle into death's...
A reading of Dylan's monolithic villanelle on his dying father. It's more about how it makes you feel than what the words mean.
"Do not go gentle into death's esteemed Vale,
Elderly persons should try to hang on when the body starts to fail;
Though, of course, one day it naturally transpires,
That everyone's membership of the human race expires."
Tim Hopkins imitating William McGonagall imitating Dylan Thomas.
Here's Dylan himself reading it:
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377
wn.com/Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Dylan Thomas
A reading of Dylan's monolithic villanelle on his dying father. It's more about how it makes you feel than what the words mean.
"Do not go gentle into death's esteemed Vale,
Elderly persons should try to hang on when the body starts to fail;
Though, of course, one day it naturally transpires,
That everyone's membership of the human race expires."
Tim Hopkins imitating William McGonagall imitating Dylan Thomas.
Here's Dylan himself reading it:
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Dylan Thomas — Fern Hill
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Dylan Thomas — Fern Hill
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingl...
Dylan Thomas — Fern Hill
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
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Dylan Thomas — Fern Hill
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Bulldog Reading Dylan Thomas
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- Duration: 1 min 41 sec
- Updated: 30 Jul 2016
This dog is reading the poem Do Not Go Gently into That Good Night
This dog is reading the poem Do Not Go Gently into That Good Night
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Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas
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- Duration: 2 min 31 sec
- Updated: 30 Jul 2016
Here, actor Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas' poem, "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night." To learn more about "Six Centuries of Verse" or to purchase the ...
Here, actor Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas' poem, "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night." To learn more about "Six Centuries of Verse" or to purchase the DVD, please visit http://www.athenalearning.com
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Here, actor Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas' poem, "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night." To learn more about "Six Centuries of Verse" or to purchase the DVD, please visit http://www.athenalearning.com
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Dylan Thomas -- Under Milk Wood
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- Updated: 30 Jul 2016
Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas.
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To begin at the beginning:
It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless...
Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas.
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To begin at the beginning:
It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine tonight in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives. Young girls lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, bridesmaided by glow-worms down the aisles of the organplaying wood. The boys are dreaming wicked or of the bucking ranches of the night and the jollyrodgered sea. And the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in the fields, and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in the wetnosed yards; and the cats nap in the slant corners or lope sly, streaking and needling, on the one cloud of the roofs.
You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing. Only your eyes are unclosed, to see the black and folded town fast, and slow, asleep. And you alone can hear the invisible starfall, the darkest-before-dawn minutely dewgrazed stir of the black, dab-filled sea where the Arethusa, the Curlew and the Skylark, Zanzibar, Rhiannon, the Rover, the Cormorant, and the Star of Wales tilt and ride.
Listen. It is night moving in the streets, the processional salt slow musical wind in Coronation Street and Cockle Row, it is the grass growing on Llareggub Hill, dew fall, star fall, the sleep of birds in Milk Wood.
Listen. It is night in the chill, squat chapel, hymning, in bonnet and brooch and bombazine black, butterfly choker and bootlace bow, coughing like nannygoats, sucking mintoes, fortywinking hallelujah; night in the four-ale, quiet as a domino; in Ocky Milkman's loft like a mouse with gloves; in Dai Bread's bakery flying like black flour. It is tonight in Donkey Street, trotting silent, with seaweed on its hooves, along the cockled cobbles, past curtained fernpot, text and trinket, harmonium, holy dresser, watercolours done by hand, china dog and rosy tin teacaddy. It is night neddying among the snuggeries of babies.
Look. It is night, dumbly, royally winding through the Coronation cherry trees; going through the graveyard of Bethesda with winds gloved and folded, and dew doffed; tumbling by the Sailors Arms.
Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the combs and petticoats over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth, Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing dickybird-watching pictures of the dead. Only you can hear and see, behind the eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wishes and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams.
From where you are, you can hear their dreams.
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Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas.
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To begin at the beginning:
It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine tonight in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives. Young girls lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, bridesmaided by glow-worms down the aisles of the organplaying wood. The boys are dreaming wicked or of the bucking ranches of the night and the jollyrodgered sea. And the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in the fields, and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in the wetnosed yards; and the cats nap in the slant corners or lope sly, streaking and needling, on the one cloud of the roofs.
You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing. Only your eyes are unclosed, to see the black and folded town fast, and slow, asleep. And you alone can hear the invisible starfall, the darkest-before-dawn minutely dewgrazed stir of the black, dab-filled sea where the Arethusa, the Curlew and the Skylark, Zanzibar, Rhiannon, the Rover, the Cormorant, and the Star of Wales tilt and ride.
Listen. It is night moving in the streets, the processional salt slow musical wind in Coronation Street and Cockle Row, it is the grass growing on Llareggub Hill, dew fall, star fall, the sleep of birds in Milk Wood.
Listen. It is night in the chill, squat chapel, hymning, in bonnet and brooch and bombazine black, butterfly choker and bootlace bow, coughing like nannygoats, sucking mintoes, fortywinking hallelujah; night in the four-ale, quiet as a domino; in Ocky Milkman's loft like a mouse with gloves; in Dai Bread's bakery flying like black flour. It is tonight in Donkey Street, trotting silent, with seaweed on its hooves, along the cockled cobbles, past curtained fernpot, text and trinket, harmonium, holy dresser, watercolours done by hand, china dog and rosy tin teacaddy. It is night neddying among the snuggeries of babies.
Look. It is night, dumbly, royally winding through the Coronation cherry trees; going through the graveyard of Bethesda with winds gloved and folded, and dew doffed; tumbling by the Sailors Arms.
Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the combs and petticoats over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth, Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing dickybird-watching pictures of the dead. Only you can hear and see, behind the eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wishes and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams.
From where you are, you can hear their dreams.
- published: 30 Jul 2016
Dylan Thomas Poetry
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Dylan Thomas - A Refusal to Mourn
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- Updated: 30 Jul 2016
A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London by Dylan Thomas, accompanied by some pictures of Thomas and the part of Wales where he grew up
A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London by Dylan Thomas, accompanied by some pictures of Thomas and the part of Wales where he grew up
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Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
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- Updated: 30 Jul 2016
This is my first experiment in the Poser program in getting a model to lip synch speech. The sound track is Dylan Thomas himself reading his (part of) his poem ...
This is my first experiment in the Poser program in getting a model to lip synch speech. The sound track is Dylan Thomas himself reading his (part of) his poem "Fern Hill."
I had a whole beautiful video planned out in my head for this with backgrounds illustrating the poem and the speak gradually turning from an old man to a young one, but I realized it would take forever on a single home PC so I put it aside. Maybe I'll finish it someday.
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This is my first experiment in the Poser program in getting a model to lip synch speech. The sound track is Dylan Thomas himself reading his (part of) his poem "Fern Hill."
I had a whole beautiful video planned out in my head for this with backgrounds illustrating the poem and the speak gradually turning from an old man to a young one, but I realized it would take forever on a single home PC so I put it aside. Maybe I'll finish it someday.
- published: 30 Jul 2016
In Memoriam Dylan Thomas [1954] by Igor Stravinsky (1882-71)
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- Duration: 7 min 34 sec
- Updated: 30 Jul 2016
Live performance recorded on December 3, 2007 at Zipper Concert Hall at the Colburn School in Los Angeles as part of the Monday Evening Concerts. More informat...
Live performance recorded on December 3, 2007 at Zipper Concert Hall at the Colburn School in Los Angeles as part of the Monday Evening Concerts. More information at www.mondayeveningconcerts.org.
Jonathan Mack, tenor
Herbert Ausman, trombone
Ian Carroll, trombone
James Miller, trombone
Russell Moss, trombone
The Calder Quartet:
Benjamin Jacobson, violin
Andrew Bulbrook, violin
Jonathan Moerschel, viola
Eric Byers, cello
William Kraft, conductor
Cameramen: Ross Karre and Jordan Albert
Video Director: Ross Karre
wn.com/In Memoriam Dylan Thomas 1954 By Igor Stravinsky (1882 71)
Live performance recorded on December 3, 2007 at Zipper Concert Hall at the Colburn School in Los Angeles as part of the Monday Evening Concerts. More information at www.mondayeveningconcerts.org.
Jonathan Mack, tenor
Herbert Ausman, trombone
Ian Carroll, trombone
James Miller, trombone
Russell Moss, trombone
The Calder Quartet:
Benjamin Jacobson, violin
Andrew Bulbrook, violin
Jonathan Moerschel, viola
Eric Byers, cello
William Kraft, conductor
Cameramen: Ross Karre and Jordan Albert
Video Director: Ross Karre
- published: 30 Jul 2016
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas (Poetry Lyric Music Video)
This is a school project, poetry competition at De La Salle College of Saint Benilde Literature courses. WORLITE LGE01 - Ms. Jessel Duque Aileen Alcantara Ayessa Arboleda Czarena Baggay Andrea Bitare Lea Guo Bea Reyes *NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. THIS IS INTENDED FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY* -
Dylan Thomas - And Death Shall Have No Dominion
I do not own the rights to this Dylan Thomas Reading -
Dylan Thomas "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"
I was filming a drive...when I thought about Dylan Thomas...thought I would mix his voice into one of my songs. -
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Playing football ft ellie may cutter and Dylan Thomas /mrslothygames
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Dylan Thomas, Post Card Poetry, Travel Poetry Blog
Here's a little video about Dylan Thomas, His museum in Swansea and his inspiration to me. I also read my new poem, which I wrote on the postcard I bought at the Dylan Thomas Centre in Swansea. -
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Dylan Thomas Ybarra Team Max Bat East Texas Combine
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Dylan Thomas in Cornwall at Lafrowda Festival, St Just
As part of Lafrowda Festival, St Just, History Through the Looking Glass will be performing, 'Dylan Thomas in Cornwall', on Wednesday 13th July 2016 7.30pm, at the St Just WI Hall. Tickets £5 on the door. -
Dylan O'Brien & Thomas Brodie-Sangster kissing ♥ (Newtmas kiss)
Thomas Brodie-Sangster (Newt) & Dylan O'Brien (Thomas) = Newtmas ♥ Foreverrr ♥♥♡
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas (Poetry Lyric Music Video)
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- Duration: 4:21
- Updated: 22 Jul 2016
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This is a school project, poetry competition at De La Salle College of Saint Benilde Literature courses.
WORLITE LGE01 - Ms. Jessel Duque
Aileen Alcantara
Ayes...
This is a school project, poetry competition at De La Salle College of Saint Benilde Literature courses.
WORLITE LGE01 - Ms. Jessel Duque
Aileen Alcantara
Ayessa Arboleda
Czarena Baggay
Andrea Bitare
Lea Guo
Bea Reyes
*NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. THIS IS INTENDED FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY*
wn.com/Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night By Dylan Thomas (Poetry Lyric Music Video)
This is a school project, poetry competition at De La Salle College of Saint Benilde Literature courses.
WORLITE LGE01 - Ms. Jessel Duque
Aileen Alcantara
Ayessa Arboleda
Czarena Baggay
Andrea Bitare
Lea Guo
Bea Reyes
*NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. THIS IS INTENDED FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY*
- published: 22 Jul 2016
- views: 19
Dylan Thomas - And Death Shall Have No Dominion
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- Duration: 1:57
- Updated: 22 Jul 2016
- views: 6
I do not own the rights to this Dylan Thomas Reading
I do not own the rights to this Dylan Thomas Reading
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Dylan Thomas "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"
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- Duration: 1:53
- Updated: 21 Jul 2016
- views: 5
I was filming a drive...when I thought about Dylan Thomas...thought I would mix his voice into one of my songs.
I was filming a drive...when I thought about Dylan Thomas...thought I would mix his voice into one of my songs.
wn.com/Dylan Thomas Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
I was filming a drive...when I thought about Dylan Thomas...thought I would mix his voice into one of my songs.
- published: 21 Jul 2016
- views: 5
ALERTO! Dylan Thomas Ybarra on Guitaro
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- Duration: 3:01
- Updated: 20 Jul 2016
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Playing football ft ellie may cutter and Dylan Thomas /mrslothygames
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- Duration: 7:07
- Updated: 19 Jul 2016
- views: 5
Having lots of fun.
Having lots of fun.
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Dylan Thomas, Post Card Poetry, Travel Poetry Blog
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- Duration: 6:03
- Updated: 19 Jul 2016
- views: 11
Here's a little video about Dylan Thomas, His museum in Swansea and his inspiration to me. I also read my new poem, which I wrote on the postcard I bought at th...
Here's a little video about Dylan Thomas, His museum in Swansea and his inspiration to me. I also read my new poem, which I wrote on the postcard I bought at the Dylan Thomas Centre in Swansea.
wn.com/Dylan Thomas, Post Card Poetry, Travel Poetry Blog
Here's a little video about Dylan Thomas, His museum in Swansea and his inspiration to me. I also read my new poem, which I wrote on the postcard I bought at the Dylan Thomas Centre in Swansea.
- published: 19 Jul 2016
- views: 11
"Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night" by Dylan Thomas
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- Duration: 1:27
- Updated: 19 Jul 2016
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Dylan Thomas Ybarra Team Max Bat East Texas Combine
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- Duration: 2:21
- Updated: 19 Jul 2016
- views: 11
Dylan travels to Houston to participate in East Texas Max Bat Combine Summer 2016
- published: 19 Jul 2016
- views: 11
Dylan Thomas in Cornwall at Lafrowda Festival, St Just
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- Duration: 1:29
- Updated: 11 Jul 2016
- views: 36
As part of Lafrowda Festival, St Just, History Through the Looking Glass will be performing, 'Dylan Thomas in Cornwall', on Wednesday 13th July 2016 7.30pm, at ...
As part of Lafrowda Festival, St Just, History Through the Looking Glass will be performing, 'Dylan Thomas in Cornwall', on Wednesday 13th July 2016 7.30pm, at the St Just WI Hall.
Tickets £5 on the door.
wn.com/Dylan Thomas In Cornwall At Lafrowda Festival, St Just
As part of Lafrowda Festival, St Just, History Through the Looking Glass will be performing, 'Dylan Thomas in Cornwall', on Wednesday 13th July 2016 7.30pm, at the St Just WI Hall.
Tickets £5 on the door.
- published: 11 Jul 2016
- views: 36
Dylan O'Brien & Thomas Brodie-Sangster kissing ♥ (Newtmas kiss)
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- Duration: 0:27
- Updated: 10 Jul 2016
- views: 8
Thomas Brodie-Sangster (Newt) & Dylan O'Brien (Thomas) = Newtmas ♥ Foreverrr ♥♥♡
- published: 10 Jul 2016
- views: 8
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Dylan Thomas - Biography
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Kane on Friday - Leftover Wife - Interview With Widow of Dylan Thomas
Broadcaster Vincent Kane interviews Thomas' widow Caitlin. originally broadcast in 1977, Caitlin Thomas (8 December 1913 -- 31 July 1994), née Macnamara, was the wife of the poet and writer Dylan Thomas -
Dylan Thomas discusses poetry and film (1953)
Extracts from the 'Cinema 16' symposium "Poetry and the Film" held in New York in October 28 1953, attended by Dylan Thomas less than 2 weeks before his untimely death at the age of 39 on 9 November 1953. The Welsh poet can be heard gently mocking the pretensions of the evening's topic, to the great amusement of the audience (other participants included Arthur Miller, Maya Deren, Parker Tyler and Willard Maas). The event would turn out to be Dylan Thomas's penultimate public appearance. In the early hours of 5 November 1953 he fell into a coma and died on 9 November 1953 (from undiagnosed and untreated pneumonia). -
Dylan Thomas, 1952: A Child's Christmas in Wales, A Story - Recorded at Steinway Hall, NY
Digitized from the LP shown above, "Dylan Thomas Reading Volume 1," issued on the Caedmon label in 1964, catalogue number TC 1002. Recorded February 22, 1952 at Steinway Hall in New York. Roedd Dylan Marlais Thomas (27 Hydref 1914 - 9 Tachwedd 1953) yn fardd poblogaidd yn ysgrifennu yn Saesneg, ac yn dod o Abertawe. Cafodd ei eni a'i fagu yn rhif 5, Cwmdonkin Drive yn ardal yr Uplands. Er ei fod wedi treulio ei holl blentyndod yng Nghymru oherwydd agwedd gwrth-Gymraeg ei dad ni ddysgodd yr iaith ond fe wyddir ei fod yn hoff iawn o'i wlad. Mae'n enwog am fod yn fardd ddeiliadon ac am ei ddarlleniadau hynod o'i ddarnau. Mae hefyd yn enwog am ei alcoholiaeth. Honnodd, "An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do." Priododd Caitlin a chawsant dri o blant. Ym 1995 a... -
Dylan Thomas - Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Full Lecture by Dr. Andrew Barker
Click http://drandrewbarker.com for transcript and notes of the lecture above. The most anthologized example of a villanelle in English poetry, and Thomas's cry to his dying father not to peacefully accept his coming death. We may ask, though, who is the poet really trying to convince? Thomas's work is often difficult to paraphrase but not impossible, and this lecture provides "a way in" to a difficult but often rewarding poet. It explains the villanelle, a construction-specific poetic form, which Thomas chooses to use in this justifiably famous work. -
THE WORLD OF DYLAN THOMAS - Richard Burton & Emlyn Williams
Educational video, not monetized. 1971 LP. THE WORLD OF DYLAN THOMAS, in Poetry and Prose, with excerps from UNDER MILK WOOD. RICHARD BURTON, EMLYM WILLIAMS and other readers. SIDE ONE: 1) IN MY CRAFT OR SULLEN ART. Read by Richard Bebb 00:18 2) MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD. Emlyn Williams 01:17 From "Under Milk Wood" with First Voice: Richard Burton Second Voice: Richard Bebb Captain Cat: Hugh Griffith Mr. Mog Edwards: Dafydd Havard Myfanwy Price: Sybil Williams Produced by Douglas Cleverdon 3) POEM IN OCTOBER. Read by Richard Burton 06:32 4) From ADVENTURES IN THE SKIN TRADE. Emlyn Williams 15:07 5) DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT 18:22 SIDE TWO: 1) A VISIT TO AMERICA 24:39 Emlyn Williams 2) THE HUNCHBACK IN THE PARK. Read by Richard Burton 35:08 3) FERN HILL. Read by Richar... -
Dylan Thomas - Dichter mit Treibstoff Alkohol - DOKU
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) ist der wohl "unbekannteste" weltberühmte Dichter aus Wales. Er war und ist Vorbild für viele Musiker wie John Lennon, Mick Jagger, Bob Dylan und andere Songwriter. Sein exzessives Leben und Arbeiten in Südwales, London und New York beschreibt dieser Film. Alkohol sowie ununterbrochene Geldprobleme bestimmten sein und das Leben seiner Frau Caitlin. Ländliche Idylle aber auch die Hektik im New York der 1950er-Jahre prägen die Dokumentation über den Schriftsteller. Elke Heidenreich erzählt die Geschichte des kleinen Mannes mit den großen Worten im Film des Hamburger Filmemachers Tom Krausz. -
Under Milk Wood (Part 1) read by Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas — Under Milk Wood (Part 1) read by Dylan Thomas and cast -
Dylan Thomas Reading. Quite Early One Morning.
Caedmon TC 1132. Dylan Thomas Reading. Tracks are: Quite Early One Morning. A Visit To Grandpa's. -
Dylan Thomas -: Rock and Roll Poet - Documentary
In 2014 It was one hundred years since the birth of poet Dylan Thomas. From Swansea to New York, actor Michael Sheen and singer Cerys Matthews are among those paying tribute to the work and life of the poet - known as the first 'rock star' poet.
Dylan Thomas - Biography
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- Duration: 59:40
- Updated: 26 Jan 2015
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- published: 26 Jan 2015
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Kane on Friday - Leftover Wife - Interview With Widow of Dylan Thomas
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- Duration: 32:01
- Updated: 28 May 2014
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Broadcaster Vincent Kane interviews Thomas' widow Caitlin.
originally broadcast in 1977,
Caitlin Thomas (8 December 1913 -- 31 July 1994), née Macnamara, was t...
Broadcaster Vincent Kane interviews Thomas' widow Caitlin.
originally broadcast in 1977,
Caitlin Thomas (8 December 1913 -- 31 July 1994), née Macnamara, was the wife of the poet and writer Dylan Thomas
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Broadcaster Vincent Kane interviews Thomas' widow Caitlin.
originally broadcast in 1977,
Caitlin Thomas (8 December 1913 -- 31 July 1994), née Macnamara, was the wife of the poet and writer Dylan Thomas
- published: 28 May 2014
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Dylan Thomas discusses poetry and film (1953)
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- Duration: 20:44
- Updated: 25 Nov 2015
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Extracts from the 'Cinema 16' symposium "Poetry and the Film" held in New York in October 28 1953, attended by Dylan Thomas less than 2 weeks before his untimel...
Extracts from the 'Cinema 16' symposium "Poetry and the Film" held in New York in October 28 1953, attended by Dylan Thomas less than 2 weeks before his untimely death at the age of 39 on 9 November 1953. The Welsh poet can be heard gently mocking the pretensions of the evening's topic, to the great amusement of the audience (other participants included Arthur Miller, Maya Deren, Parker Tyler and Willard Maas). The event would turn out to be Dylan Thomas's penultimate public appearance. In the early hours of 5 November 1953 he fell into a coma and died on 9 November 1953 (from undiagnosed and untreated pneumonia).
wn.com/Dylan Thomas Discusses Poetry And Film (1953)
Extracts from the 'Cinema 16' symposium "Poetry and the Film" held in New York in October 28 1953, attended by Dylan Thomas less than 2 weeks before his untimely death at the age of 39 on 9 November 1953. The Welsh poet can be heard gently mocking the pretensions of the evening's topic, to the great amusement of the audience (other participants included Arthur Miller, Maya Deren, Parker Tyler and Willard Maas). The event would turn out to be Dylan Thomas's penultimate public appearance. In the early hours of 5 November 1953 he fell into a coma and died on 9 November 1953 (from undiagnosed and untreated pneumonia).
- published: 25 Nov 2015
- views: 707
Dylan Thomas, 1952: A Child's Christmas in Wales, A Story - Recorded at Steinway Hall, NY
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- Duration: 20:47
- Updated: 20 Jul 2013
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Digitized from the LP shown above, "Dylan Thomas Reading Volume 1," issued on the Caedmon label in 1964, catalogue number TC 1002. Recorded February 22, 1952 ...
Digitized from the LP shown above, "Dylan Thomas Reading Volume 1," issued on the Caedmon label in 1964, catalogue number TC 1002. Recorded February 22, 1952 at Steinway Hall in New York.
Roedd Dylan Marlais Thomas (27 Hydref 1914 - 9 Tachwedd 1953) yn fardd poblogaidd yn ysgrifennu yn Saesneg, ac yn dod o Abertawe. Cafodd ei eni a'i fagu yn rhif 5, Cwmdonkin Drive yn ardal yr Uplands. Er ei fod wedi treulio ei holl blentyndod yng Nghymru oherwydd agwedd gwrth-Gymraeg ei dad ni ddysgodd yr iaith ond fe wyddir ei fod yn hoff iawn o'i wlad. Mae'n enwog am fod yn fardd ddeiliadon ac am ei ddarlleniadau hynod o'i ddarnau. Mae hefyd yn enwog am ei alcoholiaeth. Honnodd, "An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do." Priododd Caitlin a chawsant dri o blant. Ym 1995 agorwyd Canolfan Dylan Thomas yn ardal y Marina yn Abertawe.
Ди́лан Ма́рлайс То́мас (англ. Dylan Marlais Thomas; 27 октября 1914 — 9 ноября 1953) — валлийский поэт, драматург, публицист.
Dylan Marlais Thomas (* 27. Oktober 1914 in Swansea, Wales; † 9. November 1953 in New York City) war ein walisischer Schriftsteller. Thomas schrieb Gedichte, Essays, Briefe, Drehbücher, autobiographische Erzählungen und ein Theaterstück: Under Milk Wood (Unter dem Milchwald), sein Hauptwerk, das als Hörspiel 1954 postum mit dem Prix Italia ausgezeichnet wurde.
Dylan Marlais Thomas (Swansea, 1914. október 27. -- New York, 1953. november 9.) walesi költő és prózaíró. Már életében nagy népszerűséget szerzett, amiben nagy szerepe volt harsány megjelenésének, ragyogó felolvasásainak. Verseire így jellemző a romantikus sokszínűség mellett az erős zeneiség.
Dylan Marlais Thomas (Swansea, 27 oktober 1914 -- New York City, 9 november 1953) was een dichter en schrijver uit Wales. Hij wordt algemeen beschouwd als een van de belangrijkste dichters van de 20e eeuw.
Dylan Marlais Thomas (Swansea, 27 ottobre 1914 -- New York, 9 novembre 1953) è stato un poeta, scrittore e drammaturgo gallese. Scrisse poesie, saggi, epistole, sceneggiature, racconti autobiografici e un dramma teatrale dal titolo Sotto il bosco di latte (Under milk wood) la cui versione radiofonica, in cui recitava l'autore stesso, vinse il Prix Italia nel 1954.
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Digitized from the LP shown above, "Dylan Thomas Reading Volume 1," issued on the Caedmon label in 1964, catalogue number TC 1002. Recorded February 22, 1952 at Steinway Hall in New York.
Roedd Dylan Marlais Thomas (27 Hydref 1914 - 9 Tachwedd 1953) yn fardd poblogaidd yn ysgrifennu yn Saesneg, ac yn dod o Abertawe. Cafodd ei eni a'i fagu yn rhif 5, Cwmdonkin Drive yn ardal yr Uplands. Er ei fod wedi treulio ei holl blentyndod yng Nghymru oherwydd agwedd gwrth-Gymraeg ei dad ni ddysgodd yr iaith ond fe wyddir ei fod yn hoff iawn o'i wlad. Mae'n enwog am fod yn fardd ddeiliadon ac am ei ddarlleniadau hynod o'i ddarnau. Mae hefyd yn enwog am ei alcoholiaeth. Honnodd, "An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do." Priododd Caitlin a chawsant dri o blant. Ym 1995 agorwyd Canolfan Dylan Thomas yn ardal y Marina yn Abertawe.
Ди́лан Ма́рлайс То́мас (англ. Dylan Marlais Thomas; 27 октября 1914 — 9 ноября 1953) — валлийский поэт, драматург, публицист.
Dylan Marlais Thomas (* 27. Oktober 1914 in Swansea, Wales; † 9. November 1953 in New York City) war ein walisischer Schriftsteller. Thomas schrieb Gedichte, Essays, Briefe, Drehbücher, autobiographische Erzählungen und ein Theaterstück: Under Milk Wood (Unter dem Milchwald), sein Hauptwerk, das als Hörspiel 1954 postum mit dem Prix Italia ausgezeichnet wurde.
Dylan Marlais Thomas (Swansea, 1914. október 27. -- New York, 1953. november 9.) walesi költő és prózaíró. Már életében nagy népszerűséget szerzett, amiben nagy szerepe volt harsány megjelenésének, ragyogó felolvasásainak. Verseire így jellemző a romantikus sokszínűség mellett az erős zeneiség.
Dylan Marlais Thomas (Swansea, 27 oktober 1914 -- New York City, 9 november 1953) was een dichter en schrijver uit Wales. Hij wordt algemeen beschouwd als een van de belangrijkste dichters van de 20e eeuw.
Dylan Marlais Thomas (Swansea, 27 ottobre 1914 -- New York, 9 novembre 1953) è stato un poeta, scrittore e drammaturgo gallese. Scrisse poesie, saggi, epistole, sceneggiature, racconti autobiografici e un dramma teatrale dal titolo Sotto il bosco di latte (Under milk wood) la cui versione radiofonica, in cui recitava l'autore stesso, vinse il Prix Italia nel 1954.
- published: 20 Jul 2013
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Dylan Thomas - Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Full Lecture by Dr. Andrew Barker
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- Duration: 44:34
- Updated: 07 Jun 2014
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Click http://drandrewbarker.com for transcript and notes of the lecture above. The most anthologized example of a villanelle in English poetry, and Thomas's cry...
Click http://drandrewbarker.com for transcript and notes of the lecture above. The most anthologized example of a villanelle in English poetry, and Thomas's cry to his dying father not to peacefully accept his coming death. We may ask, though, who is the poet really trying to convince? Thomas's work is often difficult to paraphrase but not impossible, and this lecture provides "a way in" to a difficult but often rewarding poet. It explains the villanelle, a construction-specific poetic form, which Thomas chooses to use in this justifiably famous work.
wn.com/Dylan Thomas Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Full Lecture By Dr. Andrew Barker
Click http://drandrewbarker.com for transcript and notes of the lecture above. The most anthologized example of a villanelle in English poetry, and Thomas's cry to his dying father not to peacefully accept his coming death. We may ask, though, who is the poet really trying to convince? Thomas's work is often difficult to paraphrase but not impossible, and this lecture provides "a way in" to a difficult but often rewarding poet. It explains the villanelle, a construction-specific poetic form, which Thomas chooses to use in this justifiably famous work.
- published: 07 Jun 2014
- views: 53526
THE WORLD OF DYLAN THOMAS - Richard Burton & Emlyn Williams
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- Duration: 50:58
- Updated: 17 May 2014
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Educational video, not monetized.
1971 LP. THE WORLD OF DYLAN THOMAS, in Poetry and Prose, with excerps from UNDER MILK WOOD.
RICHARD BURTON, EMLYM WILLIAMS and...
Educational video, not monetized.
1971 LP. THE WORLD OF DYLAN THOMAS, in Poetry and Prose, with excerps from UNDER MILK WOOD.
RICHARD BURTON, EMLYM WILLIAMS and other readers.
SIDE ONE:
1) IN MY CRAFT OR SULLEN ART. Read by Richard Bebb 00:18
2) MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD. Emlyn Williams 01:17
From "Under Milk Wood" with
First Voice: Richard Burton
Second Voice: Richard Bebb
Captain Cat: Hugh Griffith
Mr. Mog Edwards: Dafydd Havard
Myfanwy Price: Sybil Williams
Produced by Douglas Cleverdon
3) POEM IN OCTOBER. Read by Richard Burton 06:32
4) From ADVENTURES IN THE SKIN TRADE. Emlyn Williams 15:07
5) DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT 18:22
SIDE TWO:
1) A VISIT TO AMERICA 24:39
Emlyn Williams
2) THE HUNCHBACK IN THE PARK. Read by Richard Burton 35:08
3) FERN HILL. Read by Richard Burton 36:58
4) From UNDER MILK WOOD with 48:56
First Voice: Richard Burton
Second Voice: Richard Bebb
Polly Garner: Diana Maddox
Mr. Pugh: John Huw Jones
Mrs. Pugh: Mary Jones
Rosie Probet: Rachel Thomas
Captain Cat: Hugh Griffith
Produced by Douglas Cleverdon
5) AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION. Read by Richard Burton.
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The extracts from Under Milky Wood are from the first broadcast of the whole work, and are issued with the co-operation of the British Broadcasting Corporation.
The readings of Poem in October, The Hunchback in the park and Fern Hill by Richard Burton were recorded during the memorial Programme entitled Homage to Dylan Thomas, sponsored by The Sunday Times staged by The Group Theatre at the Globe Theatre, London, January 24th, 1954.
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Cover: The Boat House, Laugherne, to which Thomas moved in 1949. It was there that he struggled with Under Milky Wood and worked slowly at his last poems. After his death in New York in November 1953 he was brought back to Wales and his body lies buried in Laugherne.
Photograph: Jenny Edwards. 04:15
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Sleeve printed in England by Clout & baker ltd. Laminated with "Clarifoll" made by British Celanese limited. 1971, The DECCA Record Company Limited, Argo Division, 115 Fulham Road, London, SW3 6RR.
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Turntable: DUAL 510
Cartridge/Stylus: SHURE M97xE
Phono Stage: Trio-Kenwood KA 5700.
Sound card: Sound Blaster Audigy
Recorded and restored with SONY Sound Forge Audio Studio 10
Edited with: SONY VEGAS 10. Audio: 192K.
wn.com/The World Of Dylan Thomas Richard Burton Emlyn Williams
Educational video, not monetized.
1971 LP. THE WORLD OF DYLAN THOMAS, in Poetry and Prose, with excerps from UNDER MILK WOOD.
RICHARD BURTON, EMLYM WILLIAMS and other readers.
SIDE ONE:
1) IN MY CRAFT OR SULLEN ART. Read by Richard Bebb 00:18
2) MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD. Emlyn Williams 01:17
From "Under Milk Wood" with
First Voice: Richard Burton
Second Voice: Richard Bebb
Captain Cat: Hugh Griffith
Mr. Mog Edwards: Dafydd Havard
Myfanwy Price: Sybil Williams
Produced by Douglas Cleverdon
3) POEM IN OCTOBER. Read by Richard Burton 06:32
4) From ADVENTURES IN THE SKIN TRADE. Emlyn Williams 15:07
5) DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT 18:22
SIDE TWO:
1) A VISIT TO AMERICA 24:39
Emlyn Williams
2) THE HUNCHBACK IN THE PARK. Read by Richard Burton 35:08
3) FERN HILL. Read by Richard Burton 36:58
4) From UNDER MILK WOOD with 48:56
First Voice: Richard Burton
Second Voice: Richard Bebb
Polly Garner: Diana Maddox
Mr. Pugh: John Huw Jones
Mrs. Pugh: Mary Jones
Rosie Probet: Rachel Thomas
Captain Cat: Hugh Griffith
Produced by Douglas Cleverdon
5) AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION. Read by Richard Burton.
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The extracts from Under Milky Wood are from the first broadcast of the whole work, and are issued with the co-operation of the British Broadcasting Corporation.
The readings of Poem in October, The Hunchback in the park and Fern Hill by Richard Burton were recorded during the memorial Programme entitled Homage to Dylan Thomas, sponsored by The Sunday Times staged by The Group Theatre at the Globe Theatre, London, January 24th, 1954.
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Cover: The Boat House, Laugherne, to which Thomas moved in 1949. It was there that he struggled with Under Milky Wood and worked slowly at his last poems. After his death in New York in November 1953 he was brought back to Wales and his body lies buried in Laugherne.
Photograph: Jenny Edwards. 04:15
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Sleeve printed in England by Clout & baker ltd. Laminated with "Clarifoll" made by British Celanese limited. 1971, The DECCA Record Company Limited, Argo Division, 115 Fulham Road, London, SW3 6RR.
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Turntable: DUAL 510
Cartridge/Stylus: SHURE M97xE
Phono Stage: Trio-Kenwood KA 5700.
Sound card: Sound Blaster Audigy
Recorded and restored with SONY Sound Forge Audio Studio 10
Edited with: SONY VEGAS 10. Audio: 192K.
- published: 17 May 2014
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Dylan Thomas - Dichter mit Treibstoff Alkohol - DOKU
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- Duration: 43:41
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) ist der wohl "unbekannteste" weltberühmte Dichter aus Wales. Er war und ist Vorbild für viele Musiker wie John Lennon, Mick Jagger, Bob...
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) ist der wohl "unbekannteste" weltberühmte Dichter aus Wales. Er war und ist Vorbild für viele Musiker wie John Lennon, Mick Jagger, Bob Dylan und andere Songwriter. Sein exzessives Leben und Arbeiten in Südwales, London und New York beschreibt dieser Film. Alkohol sowie ununterbrochene Geldprobleme bestimmten sein und das Leben seiner Frau Caitlin. Ländliche Idylle aber auch die Hektik im New York der 1950er-Jahre prägen die Dokumentation über den Schriftsteller. Elke Heidenreich erzählt die Geschichte des kleinen Mannes mit den großen Worten im Film des Hamburger Filmemachers Tom Krausz.
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) ist der wohl "unbekannteste" weltberühmte Dichter aus Wales. Er war und ist Vorbild für viele Musiker wie John Lennon, Mick Jagger, Bob Dylan und andere Songwriter. Sein exzessives Leben und Arbeiten in Südwales, London und New York beschreibt dieser Film. Alkohol sowie ununterbrochene Geldprobleme bestimmten sein und das Leben seiner Frau Caitlin. Ländliche Idylle aber auch die Hektik im New York der 1950er-Jahre prägen die Dokumentation über den Schriftsteller. Elke Heidenreich erzählt die Geschichte des kleinen Mannes mit den großen Worten im Film des Hamburger Filmemachers Tom Krausz.
- published: 13 Dec 2014
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Under Milk Wood (Part 1) read by Dylan Thomas
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- Duration: 20:01
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Dylan Thomas — Under Milk Wood (Part 1)
read by Dylan Thomas and cast
Dylan Thomas — Under Milk Wood (Part 1)
read by Dylan Thomas and cast
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Dylan Thomas — Under Milk Wood (Part 1)
read by Dylan Thomas and cast
- published: 23 Jun 2011
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Dylan Thomas Reading. Quite Early One Morning.
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- Duration: 21:01
- Updated: 17 Feb 2014
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Caedmon TC 1132. Dylan Thomas Reading.
Tracks are: Quite Early One Morning.
A Visit To Grandpa's.
- published: 17 Feb 2014
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Dylan Thomas -: Rock and Roll Poet - Documentary
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- Duration: 24:34
- Updated: 08 Jan 2015
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In 2014 It was one hundred years since the birth of poet Dylan Thomas. From Swansea to New York, actor Michael Sheen and singer Cerys Matthews are among those p...
In 2014 It was one hundred years since the birth of poet Dylan Thomas. From Swansea to New York, actor Michael Sheen and singer Cerys Matthews are among those paying tribute to the work and life of the poet - known as the first 'rock star' poet.
wn.com/Dylan Thomas Rock And Roll Poet Documentary
In 2014 It was one hundred years since the birth of poet Dylan Thomas. From Swansea to New York, actor Michael Sheen and singer Cerys Matthews are among those paying tribute to the work and life of the poet - known as the first 'rock star' poet.
- published: 08 Jan 2015
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Dylan Thomas — Lament
Dylan Thomas — Lament
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel f...
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Dylan Thomas — Lament
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Dylan Thomas — If I Were Tickled By The Rub Of Love
Dylan Marlais Thomas (1914-1953)
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If I Were Tickled By the Rub of ...
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Dylan Thomas — If I Were Tickled By The Rub Of Love
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Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas - from 'Under Milk Wood': Rev. Eli Jenkins' poem
The Welshman Richard Burton all over!
REV. ELI JENKINS
Dear Gwalia! I know there are
Tow...
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Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas - from 'Under Milk Wood': Rev. Eli Jenkins' poem
Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas - from 'Under Milk Wood': Rev. Eli Jenkins' poem
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Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas's poem 'The force that through the green fuse drives the flower'.
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Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas's poem 'The force that through the green fuse drives the flower'.
Richard Burton reads Dylan Thomas's poem 'The force that through the green fuse drives the flower'.
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14 min 41 sec
Dylan Thomas: Under Milk Wood - Richard Burton: BBC Play - 1/8
The classic 1963 radio dramatization, with Richard Burton as the narrator, of Dylan Thomas...
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Dylan Thomas: Under Milk Wood - Richard Burton: BBC Play - 1/8
Dylan Thomas: Under Milk Wood - Richard Burton: BBC Play - 1/8
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8 min 32 sec
Arena - Dylan Thomas From Grave to Cradle (BBC 2003) - Part 1
A biography/documentary on Dylan Thomas
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Arena - Dylan Thomas From Grave to Cradle (BBC 2003) - Part 1
Arena - Dylan Thomas From Grave to Cradle (BBC 2003) - Part 1
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"Do not go Gentle into that Good Night" Dylan Thomas
A reading of Dylan's monolithic villanelle on his dying father. It's more about how it ma...
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"Do not go Gentle into that Good Night" Dylan Thomas
"Do not go Gentle into that Good Night" Dylan Thomas
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Dylan Thomas — Fern Hill
Dylan Thomas — Fern Hill
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lil...
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Dylan Thomas — Fern Hill
Dylan Thomas — Fern Hill
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Bulldog Reading Dylan Thomas
This dog is reading the poem Do Not Go Gently into That Good Night
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Bulldog Reading Dylan Thomas
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Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas
Here, actor Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas' poem, "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Nig...
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Dylan Thomas -- Under Milk Wood
Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas.
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Dylan Thomas
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In My Craft Or Sullen Art
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Dylan Thomas
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
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Dylan Thomas Poetry
In My Craft or Sullen Art recited by Dylan Thomas
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Dylan Thomas Poetry
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Dylan Thomas - A Refusal to Mourn
A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London by Dylan Thomas, accompanied b...
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Dylan Thomas - A Refusal to Mourn
Dylan Thomas - A Refusal to Mourn
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Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
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Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
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In Memoriam Dylan Thomas [1954] by Igor Stravinsky (1882-71)
Live performance recorded on December 3, 2007 at Zipper Concert Hall at the Colburn School...
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In Memoriam Dylan Thomas [1954] by Igor Stravinsky (1882-71)
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas (Poetry Lyric Music Video)
This is a school project, poetry competition at De La Salle College of Saint Benilde Liter...
published: 22 Jul 2016
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas (Poetry Lyric Music Video)
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Dylan Thomas - And Death Shall Have No Dominion
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published: 22 Jul 2016
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Dylan Thomas "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"
I was filming a drive...when I thought about Dylan Thomas...thought I would mix his voice ...
published: 21 Jul 2016
Dylan Thomas "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"
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ALERTO! Dylan Thomas Ybarra on Guitaro
Rocking Roll Guitar Playing Teenager
published: 20 Jul 2016
ALERTO! Dylan Thomas Ybarra on Guitaro
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Playing football ft ellie may cutter and Dylan Thomas /mrslothygames
Having lots of fun.
published: 19 Jul 2016
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Dylan Thomas, Post Card Poetry, Travel Poetry Blog
Here's a little video about Dylan Thomas, His museum in Swansea and his inspiration to me....
published: 19 Jul 2016
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"Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night" by Dylan Thomas
read by Elliott Grabill
published: 19 Jul 2016
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Dylan Thomas Ybarra Team Max Bat East Texas Combine
Dylan travels to Houston to participate in East Texas Max Bat Combine Summer 2016
published: 19 Jul 2016
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Dylan Thomas in Cornwall at Lafrowda Festival, St Just
As part of Lafrowda Festival, St Just, History Through the Looking Glass will be performin...
published: 11 Jul 2016
Dylan Thomas in Cornwall at Lafrowda Festival, St Just
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Dylan O'Brien & Thomas Brodie-Sangster kissing ♥ (Newtmas kiss)
Thomas Brodie-Sangster (Newt) & Dylan O'Brien (Thomas) = Newtmas ♥ Foreverrr ♥♥♡
published: 10 Jul 2016
Dylan O'Brien & Thomas Brodie-Sangster kissing ♥ (Newtmas kiss)
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Dylan Thomas - Biography
published: 26 Jan 2015
Dylan Thomas - Biography
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Kane on Friday - Leftover Wife - Interview With Widow of Dylan Thomas
Broadcaster Vincent Kane interviews Thomas' widow Caitlin.
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published: 28 May 2014
Kane on Friday - Leftover Wife - Interview With Widow of Dylan Thomas
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Dylan Thomas discusses poetry and film (1953)
Extracts from the 'Cinema 16' symposium "Poetry and the Film" held in New York in October ...
published: 25 Nov 2015
Dylan Thomas discusses poetry and film (1953)
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Dylan Thomas, 1952: A Child's Christmas in Wales, A Story - Recorded at Steinway Hall, NY
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published: 20 Jul 2013
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Dylan Thomas - Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Full Lecture by Dr. Andrew Barker
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published: 07 Jun 2014
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THE WORLD OF DYLAN THOMAS - Richard Burton & Emlyn Williams
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1971 LP. THE WORLD OF DYLAN THOMAS, in Poetry and Prose,...
published: 17 May 2014
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Dylan Thomas - Dichter mit Treibstoff Alkohol - DOKU
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) ist der wohl "unbekannteste" weltberühmte Dichter aus Wales. Er w...
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Under Milk Wood (Part 1) read by Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas — Under Milk Wood (Part 1)
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published: 23 Jun 2011
Under Milk Wood (Part 1) read by Dylan Thomas
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Dylan Thomas Reading. Quite Early One Morning.
Caedmon TC 1132. Dylan Thomas Reading.
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Dylan Thomas -: Rock and Roll Poet - Documentary
In 2014 It was one hundred years since the birth of poet Dylan Thomas. From Swansea to New...
published: 08 Jan 2015
Dylan Thomas -: Rock and Roll Poet - Documentary
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Dawn Raid
When the morning was waking over the war
He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died,
The locks yawned loose and a blast blew them wide,
He dropped where he loved on the burst pavement stone
And the funeral grains of the slaughtered floor.
Tell his street on its back he stopped a sun
And the craters of his eyes grew springshots and fire
When all the keys shot from the locks, and rang.
Dig no more for the chains of his grey-haired heart.
The heavenly ambulance drawn by a wound
Assembling waits for the spade's ring on the cage.
O keep his bones away from the common cart,
The morning is flying on the wings of his age
And a hundred storks perch on the sun's right hand.
photo: WN / Periasamy
Hot air balloon carrying at least 16 people crashes in Texas
Edit San Francisco Chronicle 30 Jul 2016
LOCKHART, Texas (AP) — Federal officials say a hot air balloon carrying at least 16 people caught on fire and crashed in Central Texas, and it is unclear whether there are injuries or deaths. Lynn Lunsford with the Federal Aviation Administration said in a statement that the accident happened about 8.40 a.m. Saturday near Lockhart, Texas, when the hot air balloon crashed into a pasture ... Lockhart is about 30 miles south of Austin ... ....
photo: Creative Commons / Gage Skidmore
Convention over, Clinton faces hacking, Trump criticism
Edit The Virginian-Pilot 30 Jul 2016
HARRISBURG, Pa. (AP) — A giddy if exhausted Hillary Clinton embarked on a post-convention Rust Belt bus tour just hours after becoming the first female presidential nominee of a major political party ... ....
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Stephen Hawking Issues Warning For What Brexit Could Mean For The Human Species
Edit WorldNews.com 29 Jul 2016
Stephen Hawking has penned a thoughtful appeal for post-Brexit Britain to reconsider the role that wealth plays in society, warning that isolationism and envy could even lead to the end of the human species, Mashable reports. In a Guardian essay, the world-renowned physicist made the case for a more comprehensive and generous definition of wealth "to include knowledge, natural resources and human capacity." ... ....
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Fighting between Turkish forces, Kurdish rebels kills 43
Edit The Roanoke Times 30 Jul 2016
ISTANBUL (AP) — Authorities say fighting between Turkish forces and Kurdish rebels in the restive southeast of the country has killed eight Turkish soldiers and 35 Kurdish fighters ... Security forces have begun an operation in the area to apprehend those responsible ... ....
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Air France strike grounds 20 pct of flights
Edit Daily Star Lebanon 30 Jul 2016
Air France Saturday cancelled around 20 percent of its flights on the fourth day of a strike by flight attendants during the peak summer travel season, the airline said ... ....
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Saint Thomas Health, NHC Announce Clinical Integration Agreement (National Healthcare Corporation)
Edit Public Technologies 30 Jul 2016
(Nashville, Tenn., July 27, 2016) Saint Thomas Health and National HealthCare Corporation (NYSE MKT.NHC) announced today that they have entered into an agreement to create a clinically integrated continuum of care for Saint Thomas Health patients. Saint Thomas is a part of Ascension, the nation's largest Catholic and non-profit health system ... About Saint Thomas Health....
Browns' Thomas wishes Brady had kept fighting suspension
Edit The Miami Herald 30 Jul 2016
Cleveland Browns Pro Bowl tackle Joe Thomas wishes Tom Brady had kept the pressure on in his "Deflategate" fight ... Thomas has been outspoken in the past about NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell's handling of Brady's situation. Last year, Thomas accused Goodell of "witch hunts" against players....
Lamar Thomas seeks to lift play of Kentucky wide receivers
Edit Boston Herald 30 Jul 2016
— Lamar Thomas is never short on words, chatting up anything and anybody no matter the subject ... Thomas is among five new assistants brought in by Wildcats coach Mark Stoops this season in hopes of making the program's first bowl appearance since 2010 ... "Guys in that room are striving to be better," Thomas said in a phone interview with The Associated Press ... Thomas believes the first step is finishing plays....
Saints bring the intensity with opening padded practice, and other training camp observations
Edit The Times Picayune 30 Jul 2016
- Rookie wide receiver Michael Thomas could have easily led of Saturday's observations with another unreal reception ... Thomas went one-on-one with cornerback Brian Dixon in team drills. Dixon had pretty good coverage on Thomas when McCown launched the bomb down the sideline. The ball was slightly underthrown forcing Thomas to come back to the ball almost through Dixon ... Needless to say, Thomas has been as advertised and probably better....
Albany betters playoff spot
Edit Times Union 30 Jul 2016
The Albany Dutchmen won both ends of a doubleheader against the Oneonta Outlaws to clinch third place in the East Division of the Perfect Game Collegiate Baseball League. Kyle Skeels scored on a passed ball in the sixth inning of the nightcap to put Albany ahead for good. Dylan D'Anna, a sophomore at Siena, set the tone with three scoreless innings in his eighth start of the season ... ....
Slain Whitefish First Nation couple were 'wonderful kids' destined to lead their community
Edit CBC 30 Jul 2016
Two bright futures went black, like someone flipped off a light switch, earlier this week, when someone shot and killed Dylan Laboucan, 17, and his girlfriend, Cory Grey, 19, and dumped their bodies on two separate wellsites on the Whitefish Lake First Nations reserve ... ....
Aussies rally against abuse at juvenile detention centers in the country
Edit The Oslo Times 30 Jul 2016
Filmed at the Don Dale youth detention centre in the Northern Territory, the programme focuses on the treatment of Dylan Voller, who was assaulted, stripped naked and kept in solitary ......
2 men headed for trial in ambush killings of 5, unborn child
Edit Philadelphia Daily News 30 Jul 2016
... and Robert Thomas, who are facing criminal homicide and other charges in the March 9 shooting in Wilkinsburg....
NFL: League's first female official felt pressure -- after season
Edit The Salt Lake Tribune 30 Jul 2016
Irving, Texas • Sarah Thomas was never hit by the pressure of being the first woman to be a full-time NFL game official until after her first season on the job. It wasn’t until this past offseason that Thomas pondered what really happened after accomplishing her goal, which was to work full-time at football’s highest level and not necessarily be a trailblazer in doing so ... ....
Zeta Jones honoured by 'wonderful home' Swansea
Edit BBC News 30 Jul 2016
Actress Catherine Zeta-Jones has been honoured by her home city of Swansea for services to the city internationally. The US-based star sent a heartfelt video message of thanks which was screened at the Brangwyn Hall for the Lord Mayor's award ceremony ... Zeta Jones said in the video ... She added ... Services to sport ... Ed Thomas (production designer) and Kevin Allen (film director) ... Thomas Simmonds, Howard Thomas, Peter Meehan, Fred Edwards ... ....
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