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Reading two of W.B. Yeats’s poems

Reading Yeats‘s “The White Birds” and “He gives His Beloved certain Rhymes

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24 Comments
  1. Very nice, Miranda. Thank you.

    October 22, 2011
    • 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 :-)

      October 23, 2011
      • Adriel Diaz #

        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.

        October 24, 2011
  2. Michael Fisher #

    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]

    October 22, 2011
  3. Brian #

    Beautiful words!

    October 22, 2011
  4. Michael Fisher #

    oops “there” *shame*

    October 22, 2011
  5. Thanks so much, everyone :) & Egads, I hate that video thumbnail! I changed it about 45 minutes ago but it’s still there. Ah, well.

    October 22, 2011
    • Okay, nevermind. Looks like the Enormous Mouth video thumbnail is no longer with us. :)

      October 22, 2011
  6. yum

    October 22, 2011
  7. Hi Miranda,

    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.

    Brian

    October 22, 2011
  8. Gert van Pottelberge - Belgium #

    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…

    October 23, 2011
  9. Amir #

    very cool, thanks :)

    October 23, 2011
  10. 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.”

    October 23, 2011
  11. Wonderful! Thank you for sharing with us.

    October 23, 2011
  12. Paul #

    Wow. That was beautiful =) x

    October 23, 2011
  13. Karoly Feher #

    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!
    Best Regards
    Karoly Feher :)

    October 23, 2011
  14. Alexssandro Duarte #

    Não dá vontade de levar para casa ? Acho que me apaixonei, rsss

    October 23, 2011
  15. Dan Bayliss #

    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

    October 24, 2011
  16. Richard #

    Your voice is absolutely beautiful. You should definitely consider doing more of these!

    October 24, 2011
  17. 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.

    October 24, 2011
  18. 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
    nay
    not steal a glimpse of this light away
    nay
    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
    and yet
    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
    so long

    October 25, 2011
  19. Functional Atheist #

    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?

    October 30, 2011
  20. 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:
    http://www.nli.ie/yeats/main.html

    October 31, 2011
  21. Andrew Hossain #

    Hi All

    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

    http://www.myspace.com/northsearadioorchestra

    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.

    Andrew H

    November 7, 2011

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