Uploaded May 2015 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Here's a virtual movie of the great William Butler Yeats reading probably his best loved poem "When You Are Old"
omposed in 1892, “When You Are Old” is a very loose adaptation of a Petrarchan sonnet by Ronsard (“Quand vous serez bien vieille”). Yeats turns the poem from a sonnet into a douzain (12-line poem) and alters its themes subtly, expressing wistful frustration at his unrequited love for his frequent muse, Maud Gonne.
The original sonnet from Pierre Ronsard, dedicated to Hélène de Surgères:
Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir à la chandelle,
Assise aupres du feu, devidant et filant,
Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous esmerveillant,
Ronsard me celebroit du temps que j'estois belle.
Lors vous n'aurez servante oyant telle nouvelle,
Desja sous le labeur à demy sommeillant,
Qui au bruit de Ronsard ne s'aille resveillant,
Benissant vostre nom de louange immortelle.
Je seray sous la terre, et fantaume sans os :
Par les ombres Myrtheux je prendray mon repos.
Vous serez au fouyer une vieille accroupie,
Regrettant mon amour, et vostre fier desdain.
Vivez, si m'en croyez, n'attendez à demain :
Cueillez dés aujourd'huy les roses de la vie.
(Sonnet XXIV, du Second Livre des Sonnets pour Hélène (1578)
Here's a virtual movie of the great William Butler Yeats reading probably his best loved poem "When You Are Old"
omposed in 1892, “When You Are Old” is a very loose adaptation of a Petrarchan sonnet by Ronsard (“Quand vous serez bien vieille”). Yeats turns the poem from a sonnet into a douzain (12-line poem) and alters its themes subtly, expressing wistful frustration at his unrequited love for his frequent muse, Maud Gonne.
The original sonnet from Pierre Ronsard, dedicated to Hélène de Surgères:
Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir à la chandelle,
Assise aupres du feu, devidant et filant,
Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous esmerveillant,
Ronsard me celebroit du temps que j'estois belle.
Lors vous n'aurez servante oyant telle nouvelle,
Desja sous le labeur à demy sommeillant,
Qui au bruit de Ronsard ne s'aille resveillant,
Benissant vostre nom de louange immortelle.
Je seray sous la terre, et fantaume sans os :
Par les ombres Myrtheux je prendray mon repos.
Vous serez au fouyer une vieille accroupie,
Regrettant mon amour, et vostre fier desdain.
Vivez, si m'en croyez, n'attendez à demain :
Cueillez dés aujourd'huy les roses de la vie.
(Sonnet XXIV, du Second Livre des Sonnets pour Hélène (1578)

![Ode to Shelley - Thomas Lovell Beddoes - Poem - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the English poet Thomas Lovell Beddoes reading his Poem which I have called Ode to Shelley The Poem is usually referred to as Lines Written in a Blank Leaf of the Prometheus Unbound Dated 1822. As this exquisite poem would suggest Beddoes greatly admired the work of felllow poet Percy Bysshe Shelley.
This beautiful definitive recital of this great poem is by Alan Halsey
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2014
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (30 June 1803[1] – 26 January 1849) was an English poet, dramatist and physician.
Born in Clifton, Bristol, England, he was the son of Dr. Thomas Beddoes, a friend of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and Anna, sister of Maria Edgeworth. He was educated at Charterhouse and Pembroke College, Oxford. He published in 1821 The Improvisatore, which he afterwards endeavoured to suppress. His next venture, a blank-verse drama called The Brides Tragedy (1822), was published and well reviewed, and won for him the friendship of Barry Cornwall.
Beddoes work shows a constant preoccupation with death. In 1824, he went to Göttingen to study medicine, motivated by his hope of discovering physical evidence of a human spirit which survives the death of the body.[2] He was expelled, and then went to Würzburg to complete his training. He then wandered about practising his profession, and expounding democratic theories which got him into trouble. He was deported from Bavaria in 1833, and had to leave Zürich, where he had settled, in 1840.
He continued to write, but published nothing.
He led an itinerant life after leaving Switzerland, returning to England only in 1846, before going back to Germany. He became increasingly disturbed, and committed suicide by poison at Basel, in 1849, at the age of 45.[3]
For some time before his death he had been engaged on a drama, Deaths Jest Book, which was published in 1850 with a memoir by his friend, T. F. Kelsall. His Collected Poems were published in 1851. Ode to Shelley - Thomas Lovell Beddoes - Poem - Animation](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/uRBBFWKkMCg/mqdefault.jpg)

![To the Old Pagan Religion by H P Lovecraft - Poem - animation
Heres a virtual movie of the great H P Lovecraft reading To the Old Pagan Religion The poem reflects Lovecrafts atheist views, many of his poems and stories play on our psychological fears and are of supernatural beings which are often more alien than demon, beings from the stars or other dimensions, of immense, but not truly supernatural, power.A dryad (/ˈdraɪ.æd/; Greek: Δρυάδες, sing.: Δρυάς) is a tree nymph, or female tree spirit, in Greek mythology. In Greek drys signifies oak. Thus, dryads are specifically the nymphs of oak trees, though the term has come to be used for all tree nymphs in general.[1] Such deities are very much overshadowed by the divine figures defined through poetry and cult, Walter Burkert remarked of Greek nature deities.[2] They were normally considered to be very shy creatures, except around the goddess Artemis, who was known to be a friend to most nymphs.
Howard Phillips Lovecraft (/ˈlʌvkræft, -ˌkrɑːft/;[1] August 20, 1890 – March 15, 1937) — known as H.P. Lovecraft — was an American author who achieved posthumous fame through his influential works of horror fiction. Virtually unknown and only published in pulp magazines before he died in poverty, he is now regarded as one of the most significant 20th-century authors in his genre.
Lovecraft was born in Providence, Rhode Island, where he spent most of his life. His father was confined to a mental institution when Lovecraft was 3 years old. His grandfather, a wealthy businessman, enjoyed storytelling and was an early influence. Intellectually precocious but sensitive, Lovecraft began composing rudimentary horror tales by the age of 8, but suffered from overwhelming feelings of anxiety. He encountered problems with classmates in school, and was kept at home by his highly strung and overbearing mother for illnesses that may have been psychosomatic. In high school, Lovecraft was able to better connect with his peers and form friendships. He also involved neighborhood children in elaborate make-believe projects, only regretfully ceasing the activity at 17 years old. Despite leaving school in 1908 without graduating — he found mathematics particularly difficult — Lovecraft had developed a formidable knowledge of his favored subjects, such as history, linguistics, chemistry, and astronomy.
Although he seems to have had some social life, attending meetings of a club for local young men, Lovecraft in early adulthood was established in a reclusive nightbird lifestyle without occupation or pursuit of romantic adventures. In 1913 his conduct of a long running controversy in the letters page of a story magazine led to his being invited to participate in an amateur journalism association. Encouraged, he started circulating his stories; he was 31 at the time of his first publication in a professional magazine. Lovecraft contracted a marriage to an older woman he had met at an association conference. By age 34, he was a regular contributor to newly founded Weird Tales magazine; he turned down an offer of the editorship.
Lovecraft returned to Providence from New York in 1926, and over the next nine months he produced some of his most celebrated tales including The Call of Cthulhu, canonical to the Cthulhu Mythos. Never able to support himself from earnings as author and editor, Lovecraft saw commercial success increasingly elude him in this latter period, partly because he lacked the confidence and drive to promote himself. He subsisted in progressively straitened circumstances in his last years; an inheritance was completely spent by the time he died at the age of 46.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2014 To the Old Pagan Religion by H P Lovecraft - Poem - animation](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ujiwLODacBM/mqdefault.jpg)
![Ode on Melancholy By John Keats Poem animation
Heres a virtual movie of my favourite poem by the great John Keats Ode on Melancholy. Ode on Melancholy is one of five odes composed by English poet John Keats in the spring of 1819, along with Ode on a Grecian Urn, Ode to a Nightingale, Ode on Indolence, and Ode to Psyche. The narrative of the poem describes the poet’s perception of melancholy through a lyric discourse between the poet and the reader, along with the introduction to Ancient Grecian characters and ideals.
While studying at Enfield, Keats attempted to gain a knowledge of Grecian art from translations of Tooke’s Pantheon, Lemprieres Classical Dictionary and Spences Polymetis. Although Keats attempted to learn Ancient Greek, the majority of his understanding of Grecian mythology came from the translations into English.[1] Ode on Melancholy contains references to classical themes, characters, and places such as Psyche, Lethe, and Prosperine in its description of melancholy, as allusions to Grecian art and literature were common among the “five great odes”.[2]
Unlike the speaker of Ode to a Grecian Urn, Ode to a Nightingale, and Ode to Psyche, the speaker of Ode on Melancholy speaks directly to the reader rather than to an object or an emotion.[3] With only three stanzas, the poem is the shortest of the odes Keats wrote in 1819; however, the original first stanza of the poem was removed before the poem’s publication in 1820.[4] It ran as follows:
Though you should build a bark of dead mens bones,
And rear a phantom gibbet for a mast,
Stitch creeds together for a sail, with groans
To fill it out, bloodstained and aghast;
Although your rudder be a Dragons tail,
Long severd, yet still hard with agony,
Your cordage large uprootings from the skull
Of bald Medusa; certes you would fail
To find the Melancholy, whether she
Dreameth in any isle of Lethe dull.[5]
According to Harold Bloom, one can presume that the “harmony was threatened if fully half of [the poem] was concerned with the useless quest after “The Melancholy”.[6] Despite its adjusted length, Keats thought the poem to be of a higher quality than Ode on Indolence, which was not published until 1848, after Keats’s death. Ode on Melancholy By John Keats Poem animation](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ulQawFyp0xA/mqdefault.jpg)



![Robert Frost - The Rose Family - Poem animation
Heres a virtual movie of Robert Frost reading his popular poem The Rose Family
Poet and American legend Robert Frost (1874 – 1963) was best known for his introspective verse that was often full of past regrets. One poem that showcased Frost’s dry sense of humor was “The Rose Family.” Although the poem is a mere 10 lines long, it packs quite a poetical punch.
“The Rose Family” first appeared in print in 1927 and has been derided by Frost’s contemporaries during his lifetime. This was the time when poems such as T. S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land” were so beloved of critics. American poet and critic Babette Deutsch (1895 – 1982) even went so far as to call “The Rose Family” as “unworthy of inclusion” of any literary journal or poetry anthology.
Unconventional Love Poem
Each line ends in the same sound “-ose” but never becomes repetitive. “The Rose Family” is spoken by an unseen narrator (presumably Frost himself) about the members of the rose family, including apples and pears. The narrator wonders if plums could be considered a rose (they are), but he firmly declares in the final lines “You, of course, are a rose/ But you were always a rose.”
The poem begins in the familiar “RO-ses are RED, VI-olets are BLUE” rhythm with “A rose is a rose” but then turns the usual love poem on its head. Instead of talking about the beloved’s great traits, the narrator wonders why fruits are related to roses. He has no problem equating his beloved with a rose, “of course.” This is emphasized in the final line, (“But you were always a rose”) which has the same rhythm as the second line, showing that the last line is a pair of the first and not the line that preceded it.
Poems, Metaphors and Life
The Robert Frost Encyclopedia (Greenwood Publishing Group; 2001) muses that Frost was poking fun at poets in general while making a simple yet touching deceleration of love. The usual metaphors used by poets may not be entirely accurate metaphors. For example, a rose is often thought of as a flower, but the rose family also encompasses apples, pears, plums, quinces, peaches, blackberries and strawberries.
Frost’s first line “A rose is a rose” echoes Gertrude Stein’s famous line to “Sacred Emily”, “A rose is a rose is a rose.” That line in turn echoed William Shakespeare’s line from “Romeo and Juliet” that “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Perhaps poets need to come up with new metaphors for their beloveds, since fruits like the quince are far different from conventional roses.
Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published in America. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech.[2] His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. One of the most popular and critically respected American poets of the twentieth century,[3] Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry. He became one of Americas rare public literary figures, almost an artistic institution.[3] He was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal in 1960 for his poetic works. On July 22, 1961, Frost was named poet laureate of Vermont. Robert Frost - The Rose Family - Poem animation](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/w69J5iaVxN0/mqdefault.jpg)
![A Very Respectable Mon By Samuel Laycock Lancshire Dialect Poet Poem Animation
Heres A Very Respectable Mon By Samuel Laycock the Lancshire Dialect Poet .
Samuel Laycock (1826–1893) was a dialect poet who recorded in verse the vernacular of the Lancashire cotton workers.
He was born on 17 January 1826 at Intake Head, Pule Hill, Marsden, West Yorkshire, the son of John Laycock, a hand-loom weaver. His formal education consisted of attending Sunday school and a few months at a local school. Laycock began work in a woollen mill at the age of nine. In 1837, when the family moved to Stalybridge, Cheshire, he worked as a cotton weaver and later cloth looker. The American Civil War (1861–1864) badly affected the Lancashire cotton towns as supplies of raw cotton dried up. Laycock was one of the thousands unemployed and tried to earn a meagre living by writing verses which the unemployed could set to music and sing in the streets for pennies. In 1864, he published Lancashire Rhymes and in 1866, Lancashire Songs, poems which documented the everyday life of cotton workers.
In 1865, Laycock became the librarian at Stalybridge Mechanics Institute, and in 1867, took up a similar post at The Whitworth Institute, Fleetwood. He moved to Blackpool in 1868 because his health was poor.[1] He continued writing while working as a photographer, while his wife ran a lodging-house. Just before his death in 1893, he published a collection of poems, Warblins fro an Owd Songster.
In 1850, Laycock married Martha Broadbent, a cotton weaver, but she died two years later. He remarried in 1858 to Hannah Woolley, who died in 1863. His third marriage was to Eliza Pontefract in 1864 and she survived him. He had several children by Hannah and at least two by Eliza, including Arthur, who became a novelist.
Laycock died of influenza which developed into acute bronchitis[2] on 15 December 1893, at his home, 48 Foxhall Road, Blackpool. He was buried in Layton Cemetery, Blackpool.[3] A Very Respectable Mon By Samuel Laycock Lancshire Dialect Poet Poem Animation](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/wdRKtMc5Lpc/mqdefault.jpg)
