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Here's the great William Butler Yeats reading his much loved highly religiously charged but essentialy metaphysical poem "The Second Coming".The Second Coming is a poem composed by Irish poet W. B. Yeats in 1919, first printed in The Dial in November 1920, and afterwards included in his 1921 collection of verses Michael Robartes and the Dancer. The poem uses Christian imagery regarding the Apocalypse and second coming allegorically to describe the atmosphere of post-war Europe.[1] The poem is considered a major work of Modernist poetry and has been reprinted in several collections, including The Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry.
The poem was written in 1919 in the aftermath of the First World War and was at first entitled "The Second Birth".
"The Second Coming" contains some of English language literature's most potent images of the twentieth century and those which have been tied most closely to Yeats's legacy.
Modernists read the poem as a dirge for the decline of European civilisation in the mode of Eliot, but later critics have pointed out that it expresses Yeats's apocalyptic mystical theories, and is thus the expression of a mind shaped by the 1890s. His most important collections of poetry started with The Green Helmet (1910) and Responsibilities (1914). In imagery, Yeats's poetry became sparer and more powerful as he grew older. The Tower (1928), The Winding Stair (1929), and New Poems (1938) contained some of the most potent images in twentieth-century poetry.
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Jim Clark
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Here's the great William Butler Yeats reading his much loved highly religiously charged but essentialy metaphysical poem "The Second Coming".The Second Coming is a poem composed by Irish poet W. B. Yeats in 1919, first printed in The Dial in November 1920, and afterwards included in his 1921 collection of verses Michael Robartes and the Dancer. The poem uses Christian imagery regarding the Apocalypse and second coming allegorically to describe the atmosphere of post-war Europe.[1] The poem is considered a major work of Modernist poetry and has been reprinted in several collections, including The Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry.
The poem was written in 1919 in the aftermath of the First World War and was at first entitled "The Second Birth".
"The Second Coming" contains some of English language literature's most potent images of the twentieth century and those which have been tied most closely to Yeats's legacy.
Modernists read the poem as a dirge for the decline of European civilisation in the mode of Eliot, but later critics have pointed out that it expresses Yeats's apocalyptic mystical theories, and is thus the expression of a mind shaped by the 1890s. His most important collections of poetry started with The Green Helmet (1910) and Responsibilities (1914). In imagery, Yeats's poetry became sparer and more powerful as he grew older. The Tower (1928), The Winding Stair (1929), and New Poems (1938) contained some of the most potent images in twentieth-century poetry.
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Jim Clark
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![My Boy Jack - Rudyard Kipling WW1 - Poem - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the great Rudyard Kipling reading My Boy Jack Which he wrote after recieving the heartbreaking news that his only son had been killed in action in the Battle of Loos in September 1915.
My Boy Jack is a 1915 poem by Rudyard Kipling. Although Kipling wrote it after his beloved son John (called Jack) an 18 year old Lieutenant in the 2nd Battalion, Irish Guards went missing in September 1915 during the Battle of Loos, during World War I, it was published as a prelude to a story in his book Sea Warfare written about the Battle of Jutland in 1916.[1] The imagery and theme is maritime in nature and as such it is about a generic nautical Jack (or Jack Tar), though emotionally affected by the death of Kiplings son.
John Jack Kipling (17 August 1897 - 27 September 1915) was the only son of the British author Rudyard Kipling. He was killed at the Battle of Loos while serving with the British Army during the First World War, a few weeks after his eighteenth birthday.
The Battle of Loos was the largest British offensive mounted in 1915 on the Western Front during World War I. The first British use of poison gas occurred and the battle was the first mass engagement of New Army units. The British offensive was part of the attempt by the French to break through the German defences in Artois and Champagne and restore a war of movement. Despite improved methods, more ammunition and better equipment the Franco-British attacks were contained by the German armies, except for local losses of ground. Casualties in the Herbstschlacht (Autumn Battle) were high on both sides.
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![The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe - Poem - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the great Edgar Allan Poe reading his most famous and much loved poem The Raven
This video suggests that Poe may not have been the actual author of this great poem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgoGmZaV5-w&feature=youtu.be
The Raven is a narrative poem by American writer Edgar Allan Poe. First published in January 1845, the poem is often noted for its musicality, stylized language, and supernatural atmosphere. It tells of a talking ravens mysterious visit to a distraught lover, tracing the mans slow fall into madness. The lover, often identified as being a student,[1][2] is lamenting the loss of his love, Lenore. Sitting on a bust of Pallas, the raven seems to further instigate his distress with its constant repetition of the word Nevermore. The poem makes use of a number of folk, mythological, religious, and classical references.
Poe claimed to have written the poem very logically and methodically, intending to create a poem that would appeal to both critical and popular tastes, as he explained in his 1846 follow-up essay, The Philosophy of Composition. The poem was inspired in part by a talking raven in the novel Barnaby Rudge: A Tale of the Riots of Eighty by Charles Dickens.[3] Poe borrows the complex rhythm and meter of Elizabeth Barretts poem Lady Geraldines Courtship, and makes use of internal rhyme as well as alliteration throughout.
The Raven was first attributed to Poe in print in the New York Evening Mirror on January 29, 1845. Its publication made Poe widely popular in his lifetime, although it did not bring him much financial success. The poem was soon reprinted, parodied, and illustrated. Critical opinion is divided as to the poems literary status, but it nevertheless remains one of the most famous poems ever written.
The Raven follows an unnamed narrator on a dreary night in December who sits reading forgotten lore by a dying fire [6] as a way to forget the death of his beloved Lenore. A rapping at [his] chamber door[6] reveals nothing, but excites his soul to burning.[7] The rapping is repeated, slightly louder, and he realizes it is coming from his window. When he goes to investigate, a raven flutters into his chamber. Paying no attention to the man, the raven perches on a bust of Pallas above the door.
Amused by the ravens comically serious disposition, the man asks that the bird tell him its name. The ravens only answer is Nevermore.[7] The narrator is surprised that the raven can talk, though at this point it has said nothing further. The narrator remarks to himself that his friend the raven will soon fly out of his life, just as other friends have flown before[7] along with his previous hopes. As if answering, the raven responds again with Nevermore.[7] The narrator reasons that the bird learned the word Nevermore from some unhappy master and that it is the only word it knows.[7]
Even so, the narrator pulls his chair directly in front of the raven, determined to learn more about it. He thinks for a moment in silence, and his mind wanders back to his lost Lenore. He thinks the air grows denser and feels the presence of angels, and wonders if God is sending him a sign that he is to forget Lenore. The bird again replies in the negative, suggesting that he can never be free of his memories. The narrator becomes angry, calling the raven a thing of evil and a prophet.[8] Finally, he asks the raven whether he will be reunited with Lenore in Heaven. When the raven responds with its typical Nevermore, he is enraged, and, calling it a liar, commands the bird to return to the Plutonian shore,[8]—but it does not move. Presumably at the time of the poems recitation by the narrator, the raven still is sitting[8] on the bust of Pallas. The narrators final admission is that his soul is trapped beneath the ravens shadow and shall be lifted Nevermor.
Edgar Allan Poe (/poʊ/; born Edgar Poe; January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American author, poet, editor, and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story, and is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction.[1] He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.
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![The Mockery of Life -, by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Poem animation
Heres the Victorian English Romantic poet Wilfrid Scawen Blunt reading his exquisite despairing bittersweet poem The Mockery of Life first published in 1881.This definitve if somewhat under recorded recital comes from fellow youtuber Ceminon
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Blunt was in my opinion one of the finest Victorian writers of elegant romantic poetry these days he is regarded by many as rather old fashioned and has become qiute overlooked his genteel idolisation of the female is perhaps to many out of place in the world today where the sexes are deemed in all respects to be equal ,but his poetry deserves to be appreciated more for its sheer genteel olde worlde elegance as the stuff of pure romance.
The Mockery of Life
1God! What a mockery is this life of ours!
2Cast forth in blood and pain from our mothers womb,
3Most like an excrement, and weeping showers
4Of senseless tears: unreasoning, naked, dumb,
5The symbol of all weakness and the sum:
6Our very life a sufferance. Presently,
7Grown stronger, we must fight for standing-room
8Upon the earth, and the bare liberty
9To breathe and move. We crave the right to toil.
10We push, we strive, we jostle with the rest.
11We learn new courage, stifle our old fears,
12Stand with stiff backs, take part in every broil.
13It may be that we love, that we are blest.
14It may be, for a little space of years,
15We conquer fate and half forget our tears.
16And then fate strikes us. First our joys decay.
17Youth, with its pleasures, is a tale soon told.
18We grow a little poorer day by day.
19Old friendships falter. Loves grow strangely cold.
20In vain we shift our hearts to a new hold
21And barter joy for joy, the less for less.
22We doubt our strength, our wisdom, and our gold.
23We stand alone, as in a wilderness
24Of doubts and terrors. Then, if we be wise,
25We make our terms with fate and, while we may,
26Sell our lifes last sad remnant for a hope.
27And it is wisdom thus to close our eyes.
28But for the foolish, those who cannot pray,
29What else remains of their dark horoscope
30But a tall tree and courage and a rope?
31And who shall tell what ignominy death
32Has yet in store for us; what abject fears
33Even for the best of us; what fights for breath;
34What sobs, what supplications, what wild tears;
35What impotence of soul against despairs
36Which blot out reason? The last trembling thought
37Of each poor brain, as dissolution nears,
38Is not of fair life lost, of Heaven bought
39And glory won. Tis not the thought of grief;
40Of friends deserted; loving hearts which bleed;
41Wives, sisters, children who around us weep.
42But only a mad clutching for relief
43From physical pain, importunate Natures need;
44The search as for a womb where we may creep
45Back from the world, to hide, perhaps to sleep.
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (17 August 1840[1] 10 September 1922[2]) (Sometimes spelled Wilfred) was an English poet and writer. He was born at Petworth House in Sussex, and served in the Diplomatic Service from 1858 to 1869. He was raised in the faith of his mother, a Catholic convert, and educated at Twyford School, Stonyhurst, and at St Marys College, Oscott. He was best known for his poetry, which was published in a collected edition in 1914, but also wrote a number of political essays and polemics. Blunt is also known for his relatively enlightened views on imperialism:
His most memorable line of poetry on the subject comes from Satan Absolved (1899), where a cynical devil explains to the Almighty that, The white mans burden, Lord, is the burden of his cash (Poetical Works, 2.254). Blunt thus stands Rudyard Kiplings familiar concept on its head, arguing that the imperialists burden is not their moral responsibility for the colonized peoples, but their urge to make money out of them. - Elizabeth Longford, .
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![Long Legged Fly By William Butler Yeats Recited by Seamus Heaney - Poem - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of a recitation of my favourite Poem by William Butler Yeats Long Legged Fly Recited By the late Celebrated Irish poet Seamus Heaney.
William Butler Yeats explored many themes, including Irish folklore, spirituality, unrequited love, and Irelands struggle for independence. Yeats helped lead the Irish Renaissance, a movement in the late 19th and early 20th centuries that sought to restore the influence of Gaelic language and culture on Irish literature. Long-Legged Fly, which appeared in The Nation almost three months after the poet died in 1939, is included in Yeatss Last Poems and Two Plays (1939). William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) was born in Dublin. His father was a lawyer and a well-known portrait painter. Yeats was educated in London and in Dublin, but he spent his summers in the west of Ireland in the familys summer house at Connaught. The young Yeats was very much part of the fin de siècle in London; at the same time he was active in societies that attempted an Irish literary revival. His first volume of verse appeared in 1887, but in his earlier period his dramatic production outweighed his poetry both in bulk and in import. Together with Lady Gregory he founded the Irish Theatre, which was to become the Abbey Theatre, and served as its chief playwright until the movement was joined by John Synge. His plays usually treat Irish legends; they also reflect his fascination with mysticism and spiritualism. The Countess Cathleen (1892), The Land of Hearts Desire (1894), Cathleen ni Houlihan (1902), The Kings Threshold (1904), and Deirdre (1907) are among the best known. After 1910, Yeatss dramatic art took a sharp turn toward a highly poetical, static, and esoteric style. His later plays were written for small audiences; they experiment with masks, dance, and music, and were profoundly influenced by the Japanese Noh plays. Although a convinced patriot, Yeats deplored the hatred and the bigotry of the Nationalist movement, and his poetry is full of moving protests against it. He was appointed to the Irish Senate in 1922. Yeats is one of the few writers whose greatest works were written after the award of the Nobel Prize. Whereas he received the Prize chiefly for his dramatic works, his significance today rests on his lyric achievement. His poetry, especially the volumes The Wild Swans at Coole (1919), Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921), The Tower (1928), The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1933), and Last Poems and Plays (1940), made him one of the outstanding and most influential twentieth-century poets writing in English. His recurrent themes are the contrast of art and life, masks, cyclical theories of life (the symbol of the winding stairs), and the ideal of beauty and ceremony contrasting with the hubbub of modern life.
Seamus Justin Heaney, MRIA (/ˈʃeɪməs ˈhiːni/; 13 April 1939 – 30 August 2013) was an Irish poet, playwright, translator and lecturer, and the recipient of the 1995 Nobel Prize in Literature.[1][2] In the early 1960s, he became a lecturer in Belfast after attending university there and began to publish poetry. He lived in Sandymount, Dublin, from 1976 until his death
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Long Legged Fly.........
That civilization may not sink Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post. Our master Caesar is in the tent Where the maps are spread, His eyes fixed upon nothing, A hand under his head. Like a long-legged fly upon the stream His mind moves upon silence. That the topless towers be burnt And men recall that face, Move most gently if move you must In this lonely place. She thinks, part woman, three parts a child, That nobody looks; her feet Practice a tinker shuffle Picked up on the street. Like a long-legged fly upon the stream Her mind moves upon silence. That girls at puberty may find The first Adam in their thought, Shut the door of the Popes Chapel, Keep those children out. There on that scaffolding reclines Michael Angelo. With no more sound than the mice make His hand moves to and fro. Like a long-legged fly upon the stream His mind moves upon silence. Long Legged Fly By William Butler Yeats Recited by Seamus Heaney - Poem - Animation](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/M68feBKyhp4/mqdefault.jpg)


![Ode on Indolence by John Keats - Poem - animation
Heres a virtual movie of Ode on Indolence by John Keats a beautiful poem dedicated to the lazy art of being a couch potatoe
The Ode on Indolence is one of five odes composed by English poet John Keats in the spring of 1819. The others were Ode on a Grecian Urn, Ode on Melancholy, Ode to a Nightingale and Ode to Psyche. The poem describes the state of indolence, otherwise known as laziness, and was written during a time when he felt that he should devote his efforts to earning an income instead of composing poetry. After finishing the spring poems, Keats wrote in June 1819 that its composition brought him more pleasure than anything else he had written that year.[1] Unlike the other odes he wrote that year, Ode on Indolence was not published until 1848, 27 years after his death.
The poem is an example of Keatss break from the structure of the classical form. It follows the poets contemplation of a morning spent in idleness. Three figures are presented—Ambition, Love and Poesy — dressed in placid sandals and white robes. The narrator examines each using a series of questions and statements on life and art. The poem concludes with the narrator giving up on having all three of the figures as part of his life. Some critics regard Ode on Indolence as inferior to the other four 1819 odes. Others suggest that the poem exemplifies a continuity of themes and imagery characteristic of his more widely read works, and provides valuable biographical insight into his poetic career.
By the spring of 1819, Keats had left his poorly paid position as a surgeon at Guys Hospital, Southwark, London, to devote himself to poetry. On 12 May 1819, he abandoned this plan after receiving a request for financial assistance from his brother, George. Unable to help, Keats was torn by guilt and despair and sought projects more lucrative than poetry. It was under these circumstances that he wrote Ode on Indolence.
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![The Chimney Sweeper - William Blake Poem - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of a recital The Chimney Sweeper by William Blake the poem is read to perfection by the late great American Shakespearean stage actor Erasmus J Spellbinder who was renowned for his recitals of classic poetry in the 1930s. The poem utilises the tragic voice of a child chimney sweep of his time to express his disgust at the obscenity of child labour.
The Chimney Sweeper is the title of two poems by William Blake, published in Songs of Innocence in 1789 and Songs of Experience in 1794.[2] The poem The Chimney Sweeper is set against the dark background of child labor that was prominent in England in the late 18th and 19th century. At the age of four and five, boys were sold to clean chimneys, due to their small size. These children were oppressed and had a diminutive existence that was socially accepted at the time. In the earlier poem, a young chimney sweeper recounts a dream had by one of his fellows, in which an angel rescues the boys from coffins and takes them to a sunny meadow; in the later poem, an apparently adult speaker encounters a child chimney sweeper abandoned in the snow while his parents are at church or possibly even suffered death where church is referring to being with God.
TSongs of Innocence:
The Chimney Sweeper
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry weep! weep! weep! weep![a]
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curled like a lambs back, was shaved: so I said,
Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your heads bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.
And so he was quiet; and that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight, -
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
And by came an angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins and set them all free;
Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run,
And wash in a river, and shine in the sun.
Then naked and white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind;
And the angel told Tom, if hed be a good boy,
Hed have God for his father, and never want joy.
And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,
And got with our bags and our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm;
So if all do their duty they need not fear harm.
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Jim Clark
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