John Davies Cale   OBE   (born 9 March 1942) is a Welsh musician, composer, singer, songwriter and record producer who was a founding member of the American rock band   the Velvet Underground . Over his six-decade career, Cale has worked in various styles across   rock ,   drone ,   classical ,   avant-garde   and   electronic music . [5]  
He studied music at Goldsmiths College , University of London , before relocating in 1963 to New York City 's downtown music  scene, where he performed as part of the Theatre of Eternal Music  and formed the Velvet Underground. Since leaving the band in 1968, Cale has released 16 solo studio albums , including the widely acclaimed Paris 1919 Music for a New Society the Stooges  and Patti Smith .[6]  
Dylan Marlais Thomas  (27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953)[1] 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 A Child's Christmas in Wales Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog [2] [3] 
Thomas was born in Swansea , Wales , in 1914. In 1931, when he was 16, Thomas, an undistinguished pupil, left school to become a reporter for the South Wales Daily Post , only to leave under pressure 18 months later. Many of his works appeared in print while he was still a teenager. In 1934, the publication of "Light breaks where no sun shines" caught the attention of the literary world. While living in London, Thomas met Caitlin Macnamara . They married in 1937 and had three children: Llewelyn, Aeronwy and Colm. 
Thomas came to be appreciated as a popular poet during his lifetime, though he found earning a living as a writer was difficult. He began augmenting his income with reading tours and radio broadcasts. His radio recordings for the BBC  during the late 1940s brought him to the public's attention, and he was frequently used by the BBC as an accessible voice of the literary scene. 
Thomas first travelled to the United States in the 1950s. His readings there brought him a degree of fame, while his erratic behaviour and drinking worsened. His time in the United States cemented his legend, however, and he went on to record to vinyl  such works as A Child's Christmas in Wales . During his fourth trip to New York in 1953, Thomas became gravely ill and fell into a coma. He died on 9 November 1953 and his body was returned to Wales. On 25 November 1953, he was interred at St Martin's churchyard in Laugharne. 
Although Thomas wrote exclusively in the English language, he has been acknowledged as one of the most important Welsh poets of the 20th century. He is noted for his original, rhythmic and ingenious use of words and imagery.[4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]  
"Do not go gentle into that good night " is a poem in the form of a villanelle  by Welsh poet  Dylan Thomas  (1914–1953); it has been described as his most famous work.[1] Botteghe Oscure [2] Florence  with his family. Subsequent publication, along with other Thomas works, include In Country Sleep, And Other Poems  (New Directions , 1952)[1] Collected Poems, 1934–1952  (Dent , 1952).[3]  
It has been suggested that the poem was written for Thomas's dying father, although he did not die until just before Christmas 1952.[4] [5] refrain  throughout the poem along with its other refrain, "Rage, rage against the dying of the light". The poem currently remains under copyright ,[note 1] [6]  
VIDEO Live, 1987; with the Stedelijk Helmonds Concertkoor and the Metropole Orkest; from `Words For The Dying-The Falkland Suite´; poem by Dylan Thomas, produced by Brian Eno 
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night 
 BY DYLAN THOMAS 
 
 Do not go gentle into that good night, 
 Old age should burn and rave at close of day; 
 Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 
 
 Though wise men at their end know dark is right, 
 Because their words had forked no lightning they 
 Do not go gentle into that good night. 
 
 Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright 
 Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, 
 Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 
 
 Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, 
 And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, 
 Do not go gentle into that good night. 
 
 Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight 
 Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,    
 Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 
 
 And you, my father, there on the sad height, 
 Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. 
 Do not go gentle into that good night. 
 Rage, rage against the dying of the light 
 
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