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Thank you, it's beautiful, Would you consider recording the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins? The 'Wreck of the Deutschland' especially, and all of his sonnets, read in your voice, would be a gift to humanity
I am following you from Iraq. Some of the poetic poems we are studying. Listen to them in your voice and then start studying them. Thank you very much.🌷
I followed my dream up to the mountain, My dream followed me down to the shore, And I found my girl, Sallie; she was taken to heaven, Now I’m halfway to heaven, and have her no more. So it’s grief through tomorrow, on bravely and boldly, To life spent in exile, weeping alone. I held my girl, Sallie; she touched me with paradise, Now I’m halfway to paradise, but Sallie is gone. I went to the cross one day, focussed on destiny, I saw a bright candle burn out the night. I kissed my girl, Sallie; I was desperate for her to stay, She said, “All things ebb away”, and she was right.
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@@ArthurLWoodI’m there on your Patreon, all too happy to supporting your precious work. The content there is fabulous. It’s nice and generous of you thought not to forgetting the people who can’t afford a contribution. Your RU-vid channel is growing with first rate content all the time!
Just heard your wonderful reading of “ The Darkling Thrush “--- And, as expected .....I now have a new Favorite Recitation Of “ “ “ “ Adlestrop “.....You are Right on the button, again !…………… I’ve always been Mesmerized by this little Poem while not truly figuring out why ! ......I think that it is so Unforgettable, like a snapshot of a very fast single lens reflex Camera . Time seems to stand still as this magnificent miniature brings me back to it..again and again 🎼. Best, Alan
You Are Always So Natural In All Of Your Readings.....Profound, Well paced, and totally in tune with all of your fine recitations . I am a Classical Pianist ( Juilliard M.M. In Piano ).....and many readers of Poetry come across stilted and not quite feeling what they are saying . You consistently impress me and I must admit that I didn’t know this Poem but was guided here by my interest in The Famous “ Adlestrop “ Poem. Thank you for adding a really nice one to my repertoire 📣📣📣📣. Best, Alan. P.S. didn’t Hardy also write “ Snow in The Suburbs ?? …… I recall liking that one if my memory serves correctly . I seem to recall the word immured in that one ...anyway, keep up the fabulous work ....you are making the World a better place !
Ah, the language of poetry is a tender art An alchemy of words that touches the heart Let me craft verses that stir emotions deep And weave a tapestry of words that make souls weep In the dance of life, don't miss the chance To twirl with our spirits and embrace the romance Lovely days and couple goals, a beautiful blend Whispers of love that have no end But amidst the emojis and links that appear I search for the essence that brings a tear In the desert of silence, can roses bloom? Or does the sky weep with secrets consumed in gloom?
Easily one of my favorite monologues! I love how I've heard it performed with a reminiscing or slightly conflicted tone but other times a cunning and determined one - or even a mixture. Love this. Fantastic job, dude!
Thank you for bringing this poem to life. Your recitation was superb. I won’t go on,it’ll sound like a blurb. But pray continue to spread the word In life’s theatre of the absurd.
Opinions vary. Too high a dramatic pitch throughout. This wonderful poem stands on its own and does not need histrionics. To do so takes away from the words. This is a thoughtful poem and should be read that way.
Thanks for sharing your opinion. I definitely think there are different ways to do this one, and I might read it differently today. Ulysses is an old man here, and I was a much younger man when I recorded it. Part of me agrees with you, but I am also happy with the reading. One of the first on my channel. Hope you can enjoy a few of my other readings I have made over the years! Take care :) Arthur
Bollocks! Perhaps you don't appreciate quite who Odysseus/Ulysses was. Tennyson captures a man still full of passion despite his advancing years, if you can't discern that then maybe Tennyson is too much for you. In my view Mr Wood here doesn't go far enough, 99% of the discourses out there are bland, feeble minded, total waste of time readings by people with no understanding of the words, grammar or punctuation they're reading coupled with an inability to interpret the nuances of the poet's thoughts set down in their verse.
Your birthday is upcoming on this Friday, the 28th of June. I’ll be busy on that day, though it is said that congratulating prior to the date means bad luck a little thank you can’t be wrong. I’d love to be more generous as you have brought me so much joy over these years I have to watch my limited OAP‘s budget, still I shall add a shipload of love to my little contribution.
@@ArthurLWood"a murderer on the run"? I need to know who/what, to continue through. To get to where God is. Nothingness is an undercurrent in the river of time my life is riding through this world.
There is a white wind where my love was, An echo in a cathedral, And the artist, and the nun; Only a silent frost appears, Only a heart in pieces And a handkerchief of tears, While crossing the Thames at daybreak Is a murderer on the run. There is a white wind where my love was, A monster in the river And a sermoning John Donne; If only we knew the ways of the heart, For entropy increases, And we manage the carriage the way of the cart, And the night was never the morrow, And the moon was never the sun. I gave my all to love, Love took away it all And left me only broken shards Of hope, and alcohol; I gave my all to love, Love span me a dying song, It went: la la, la la, la la, Now all I dare claim or possess Are the shards of hope and lonesomeness, The alcohol and the last cigar, And like the sun was never the moon They shall turn to ashes soon. I gave my all and swallowed The cruel effects of love. I am not bitter, I do not care, My vision was a wisp of air, And even time must cease to move, And lurking inside nothingness Is God-- and we are there.
Thank you very much, my friend. So pleased you enjoyed the reading. I will try to record more of The Prelude soon. My next project (after I finish Tennyson’s In Memoriam) will be Milton’s Paradise Lost.
Thank you for reading this lovely poem celebrating friendship. It had been a pleasure to working on this translation together. It is rather an adaptation to respect the noble form of the sonnet, I think it transfers the essence well. Wonderful performance as well!
À M.V.H. (from Alfred de Musset) a translation by Arthur L Wood and Florian Diaz Pesantes One must in this world love every small thing, For to know in the end what lived in the mind: The bonbons, the ocean, the sparkling wind, The women, the horses, the roses of spring, One needs oft to trample the small budding flowers And sometimes to crumble, to bid friends farewell, The heart thereby learns what rises, what fell; And time marches on and marks up the hours. Of everything good, that we tamely defend, The best that e’er was is one lovely friend Whom we lost long ago. In the mist, he appears, Closer he comes, smile greets smile, hand meets hand, We sigh, remembering those good, distant years, And know on the morrow is yesterday's land. A M. V. H. by Alfred de Musset Il faut, dans ce bas monde, aimer beaucoup de choses, Pour savoir, après tout, ce qu’on aime le mieux, Les bonbons, l’Océan, le jeu, l’azur des cieux, Les femmes, les chevaux, les lauriers et les roses. Il faut fouler aux pieds des fleurs à peine écloses ; Il faut beaucoup pleurer, dire beaucoup d’adieux. Puis le coeur s’aperçoit qu’il est devenu vieux, Et l’effet qui s’en va nous découvre les causes. De ces biens passagers que l’on goûte à demi, Le meilleur qui nous reste est un ancien ami. On se brouille, on se fuit. Qu’un hasard nous rassemble, On s’approche, on sourit, la main touche la main, Et nous nous souvenons que nous marchions ensemble, Que l’âme est immortelle, et qu’hier c’est demain.
When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut the gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. Advertisement Support the Guardian and enjoy the app ad-free. Support the Guardian But when I came unto my beds, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken heads, For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day.
Nice! The delivery was excellent. I have seen people perform Shakespeare in a way that can make the lines sound kind of cliche. It seemed like you very acutely determined an appropriate emotion or intonation for each line, to make the poem fully come alive as a theatrical scene or monologue. I’ll gladly watch you recite more Shakespeare and also more literature, poetry, fiction and theater in general!
