Reading Yeats‘s “The White Birds” and “He gives His Beloved certain Rhymes”
Very nice, Miranda. Thank you.
W.B. Yeats is nice. I hád been reading some of his poems.
But its meaningful to promote poetry to those that never read it.
Thank you for the seriousness of the lightness :-)
Thanks for this, loved these! Never heard them. My favorite image pictured is however, “white doves on the foam of the sea.” I’m an aspiring writer and since just hearing and picturing it plan to incorporate it in this short story I’m writing. Thx again.
Well spoken Spokane ~ I can hear the love. This W.B. is for Thee :)
She opened her door and her window,
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.
They set up a noise like crickets,
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower
And the quiet of love in her feet.
[another hair’n’feet thing going on their]
oops “there” *shame*
Thanks so much, everyone :) & Egads, I hate that video thumbnail! I changed it about 45 minutes ago but it’s still there. Ah, well.
Okay, nevermind. Looks like the Enormous Mouth video thumbnail is no longer with us. :)
Funny, I’m working on a paper for my British Poetry class, a critical head for Yeats, and not only do I have that same edition (which I’m marking up as well, lol), but I chose “He Gives His Love Certain Rhymes” as one of my 5 example poems. Thanks for the reading…I’m tired of hearing myself read Yeats.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats …..Beautiful…
very cool, thanks :)
My cat and I are pleased! One moment I was planning a Halloween Party on Facebook and the next I am listening to this soft spirit read poetry.
I would trade all the poetry in the world for that smile.
“and um thank you for listening to me read and you should go read some Yeats. Bye.”
Wonderful! Thank you for sharing with us.
Wow. That was beautiful =) x
Very beautifull read poems! i think you must have a beautifull singing voice to! oh now i know who Madamme Moustash is! ha ha ha! look forward to more readings!
Karoly Feher :)
Não dá vontade de levar para casa ? Acho que me apaixonei, rsss
You were a nice random link from Facebook and I clicked here straight away. It’s outside my usual comfort zone, but your tone is as nice as the words. I then read your ‘ex-catholic girl’. That was very well written, and I can see how words have always played a large part in your life (unfortunately for a younger you) so it seems you searched for your own words that have meaning and you have obviously have a passion for finding the words that express you (so I’m guessing friends would describe you as a lovely person). I may be wrong, but thanks for the last 10 min’s and keep up the good work and the sharing. I don’t even listen to poetry, but I will be back to see whats new :)
p.s. great smile
Your voice is absolutely beautiful. You should definitely consider doing more of these!
Your passion for poetry is evident in the way the words sort of fall from your lips, as though you aren’t quite willing to let them go and hold on a moment too long, arresting their momentum as they try to escape you.
I was never much for poetry until recently, but I took a British Lit course in my last semester of college that taught me how to properly experience it and have been trying to expand my palate, so to speak, ever since. The course used the work of Shakespeare, Donne and Spencer and I enjoyed them all, though Donne a bit more than the rest. Beyond Yeats, do you have any recommendations?
I particularly enjoyed how Donne tended to contrast spiritual love for God with lust in his holy sonnets (14 for example) and the differing opinions on when he wrote his poems fascinates me. Lustful poems as a young man, spiritual as he matured? Or the other way around? I like the idea that he didn’t have two distinct periods creatively, but rather that he accepted both the sensual nature of humans and the spirituality that was so important to him as two sides of the same coin, even if they were in conflict.
But I’m rambling, so I’ll stop and let you point me in the right direction. Keep posting these, though. Your passion is contagious.
I am left remembering
brought back here at the wisk of a whisker
at the thought of a smile
not yet distant
and yet far afield
ahope atime aspirit
and yet to stir for such a cause
such a fortuous feeling
it is inescapable
I hope a day does not spend
not steal a glimpse of this light away
at home it should stay
at heart with evil kept at bay
that way we fools
we ears we eyes we notions of faceless woes
that way we may see them
the glee the hope the light
if only once more still
once more is more then enough
yet we return for that which you have so softly read
and we will
so long as our songs and shoes drag in the dread
so long as our toes, tied up with the muck of our hours spent away
I rather enjoy rolling my R’s when I recite my favorite. My phony burr is undoubtedly risible to many ears, but I think it accentuates the general spookiness of the poem, so appropriate for Halloween.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
There’s a Yeats exhibition on here in Dublin at the National Library. It’s been running since 2006. We’re very proud of him, as you can imagine. It’s lovely to see his poetry being so widely appreciated.
There’s a virtual tour of the exhibition here, for curiosity’s sake:
You may be interested to know that the English musical ensemble the North Sea Radio Orchestra has set HghBcR to music.
It’s on their eponymous first album. They have 3 albums to date.
You can check them out on Spotify, Amazon, etc and here
Well worth listening to. They have also done other poems by Yeats, Hardy, Blake, Shelley, etc.
And their live concerts are fantastic if you ever get the chance.