The way she is reading is highly dramatic and professional but it has nothing to do with the poem whose true lyric beauty is lost in the way she accents the words and in their pace.

LaChrisha Brown

Poetry Out Loud

2017

Spirit ditties

who else is here from schoolz?

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (Anywhere i go you go, my dear; And whatever is done by only me Is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (For you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (For beautiful you are my world, my true) And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant And whatever a sun will always sing is you Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; Which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart... (I carry it in my heart...)

Я несу твое сердце в себе. Твое сердце в моем. Никогда не расстанусь я с ним - мы навеки вдвоем. И куда ни пойду, ты конечно же рядом пойдешь. От начала пути и до самого края. Каждый день своей жизни со мной проживешь. Я с тобой каждый миг разделю, дорогая. Не боюсь я судьбы, не страшны мне невзгоды, Ибо ты - мое счастье, и ты - мне судьба. И совсем не важны мне мирские заботы. Ты - мой мир. Моя истина и красота. Глубину этой тайны не каждый познал. Это корень корней и бутон лепестков. Это небо небес. Древо жизни начал, Выше знаний и грез. Выше всех облаков. На орбитах держащее звезды... Я несу твое сердце в себе. Твое сердце в моем...

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Greetings to you , it's my pleasure if one day I can join cause I'm too interested in creating amazing poem

Yo second comment. Wassup

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philip levine wrote a great poem and she sang a great poem she ate it and left no crumbs

Wow amazing

Is this the same guy that allegedly attacked a woman with a snowshoe?

By William Shakespeare My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

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The Layers I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from the abandoned camp-sites, over which scavenger angels wheel on heavy wings. Oh, I have made myself a tribe out of my true affections, and my tribe is scattered! How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses? In a rising wind the manic dust of my friends, those who fell along the way, bitterly stings my face. yet I turn, I turn, exulting somewhat, with my will intact to go wherever I need to go, and every stone on the road precious to me. In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: “Live in the layers, not on the litter.” Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written, I am not done with my changes. Stanley Kunitz

Love Billy or leave him alone.

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This video is a portal to an alternate dimension.

poems are better when not acted out

Interview the winners to motivate their juniors.

The first performer not advancing to the final round is a travesty.

That is funny! future Miss America....talent portion with sign language for the deaf)

The best reading I’ve ever heard of this poem. 😭😭😭 Bravo!

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Anyone who wears that bow tie isn't a coward

the reading needs to be plainer and more quietly rhythmical without self or emotional overemphasis -- allow the beautiful voice only to let the words be beautiful with clear strong diction. I cannot understand this reading. Hopkins is already overwrought and excessive in style -- reading must be clear calm and easy to understand. with subdued emotion.

Yeah, Anna L Hedinger Montana

Beautiful interpretation!!

😲 wow wow wow 🙀 amazing

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I’m doing this one for my school tomorrow!

That was beautiful!

I don't use any hsnds jester my hands are down by my side, my voice is my movement for my entire body.

You speak like you are reciting a poem, and I LOVE IT!! Thanks for the tips!

it was amazing! thank you for your beautiful recitation!

Nice

Poor people

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It's great

Beatuful 😮

31:58

Interesting.

Very helpful tips! 😊 Thank you

The voice of a demon

Turned out to be a complete psychopath. I knew something was off about this guy when I met him a couple of years ago.

A powerful voice.. Congratulations