Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Too many of the artists of Wales spend too much time talking about the position of theartists of Wales.There is only one position for an artist anywhere: and that is, upright.

And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

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.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.