Written in Water is a brilliant book - it’s an exquisite honoring of John Keats final months & abundantly rich in the truth & beauty Keats so revered in his short life.
@zalanahara270Ай бұрын
❤
@psychicmediumlisamarie32352 ай бұрын
Sweet Julian ❤️🌹🕯
@dsszerothlaw2 ай бұрын
Would have been good to have had a discussion / Q&A afterwards
@dsszerothlaw2 ай бұрын
Is this being recorded so it will be possible to watch again?
@TheKeatsShelleyHouse2 ай бұрын
Yes, the video is playing live at the moment, but it was recorded on 19 April. Once it's finished playing, it will remain visible on our Channel forever, so you'll be able to watch at any time.
@danaj.3 ай бұрын
Sounds interesting! :) Glad to see the young Sherlock Holmes again. :)
@mariagraziamarrone5383 ай бұрын
Wonderful❤
@wally2803 ай бұрын
I loved his voice! RIP
@rubelhaque7874 ай бұрын
Love those greatest poets ❤❤
@kyriab90094 ай бұрын
Your interpretation is absolutely stunning ! The words are made clear and your voice conveys all the strength of Keats’ love ! Thank you !
@anastasiamoro84504 ай бұрын
He should’ve read the whole thing.
@jmalko91525 ай бұрын
Awesome ♥️
@lucianapennelli85145 ай бұрын
His desire to explore and understand beauty in all its forms makes Keats unique."Beauty is truth,truth is beauty..."
@love-tm235 ай бұрын
❤❤❤❤
@AmyDroify5 ай бұрын
I'm so thankful I found this channel. I've been heartbroken over losing him and this is just beautiful <3
@ctek96 ай бұрын
I am in my hotel by the Spanish Steps watching this…
@NobinaYesmin6 ай бұрын
Awesome
@HerAeolianHarp7 ай бұрын
Thank you for sharing this discussion.
@user-dianejcml7 ай бұрын
✨️🕊❤️
@Yunamagic7 ай бұрын
Your interpretation is sublime. Stupéfiante in French. I was moved during all your reading. Thanks a lot for being evolved in the heritage of John Keats's poetry. I would have loved to be part of the guests of this magical night❤🎉
@meadbook9998 ай бұрын
Fantastic poem!
@zeldathekat22528 ай бұрын
unfortunately Keats even disappeared from books at high school in Italy
@DanielDunn12229 ай бұрын
I just found about a week ago about his passing or should we say waking from life's dream 🙏 RIP Dear Julian Sands. I'm so happy that these videos exist and am not surprised to see that he was/is still for now perhaps such a passionate and educated actor and scholar of poetry and theater. As a musician and future performer I'm happy and fortunate to have this precious inspiration. Thank you so much Julian Sand, John Keats & Percy Bysshe Shelley.
@basittalii11 ай бұрын
I wrote this poem on John Keats some 15 years ago. I have quit poety, but I want to present this poem to Keats-Shelley Memorial House. (Sorry if my way is quite untoward) Ode to John Keats More than twenty years have passed since then, And most I used to see those days, have changed; I can not hear and talk to most of men I used to talk from here and there wide ranged. Where have they gone from me? Of course, they have Gone to some city, state or foreign land, And settled down to never come here back, Or lain in some cold grave, Or taken rest some where imprisoned, and No notes to hear and read from them, Alack. Yet there is something constant in my mind, Some thoughts and dreams and visions of those days, When I go through your poems, I feel and find Those youthful years of life lie there always. The memories of your Odes are fresh and green! How great I loved to read them late at nights! And dreamed to write one like them from my own, That no one could have seen, By bard who lived with different tongue and sights, And who more than you two cent years had grown. I do have themes to write on as you did, But lack the force you put them down in Odes With, the force I may have found in mid Of fake and genuine springs, of muses' abodes. Why I don’t feel to write immortal themes, As you did: Nightingale and Grecian Urn, And Autumn, all times favourite on my part? Quite obviously the schemes Of things have changed, and written word in turn Has lost its worth, especially in Art. ------- Havi Shah
@basittalii11 ай бұрын
I wrote this poem on John Keats some 15 years ago. I have quit poety, but I want to present this poem to Keats-Shelley Memorial House. (Sorry if my way is quite untoward) Ode to John Keats More than twenty years have passed since then, And most I used to see those days, have changed; I can not hear and talk to most of men I used to talk from here and there wide ranged. Where have they gone from me? Of course, they have Gone to some city, state or foreign land, And settled down to never come here back, Or lain in some cold grave, Or taken rest some where imprisoned, and No notes to hear and read from them, Alack. Yet there is something constant in my mind, Some thoughts and dreams and visions of those days, When I go through your poems, I feel and find Those youthful years of life lie there always. The memories of your Odes are fresh and green! How great I loved to read them late at nights! And dreamed to write one like them from my own, That no one could have seen, By bard who lived with different tongue and sights, And who more than you two cent years had grown. I do have themes to write on as you did, But lack the force you put them down in Odes With, the force I may have found in mid Of fake and genuine springs, of muses' abodes. Why I don’t feel to write immortal themes, As you did: Nightingale and Grecian Urn, And Autumn, all times favourite on my part? Quite obviously the schemes Of things have changed, and written word in turn Has lost its worth, especially in Art. ------- Havi Shah
@basittalii11 ай бұрын
I wrote this poem on John Keats some 15 years ago. I have quit poety, but I want to present this poem to Keats-Shelley Memorial House. (Sorry if my way is quite untoward) Ode to John Keats More than twenty years have passed since then, And most I used to see those days, have changed; I can not hear and talk to most of men I used to talk from here and there wide ranged. Where have they gone from me? Of course, they have Gone to some city, state or foreign land, And settled down to never come here back, Or lain in some cold grave, Or taken rest some where imprisoned, and No notes to hear and read from them, Alack. Yet there is something constant in my mind, Some thoughts and dreams and visions of those days, When I go through your poems, I feel and find Those youthful years of life lie there always. The memories of your Odes are fresh and green! How great I loved to read them late at nights! And dreamed to write one like them from my own, That no one could have seen, By bard who lived with different tongue and sights, And who more than you two cent years had grown. I do have themes to write on as you did, But lack the force you put them down in Odes With, the force I may have found in mid Of fake and genuine springs, of muses' abodes. Why I don’t feel to write immortal themes, As you did: Nightingale and Grecian Urn, And Autumn, all times favourite on my part? Quite obviously the schemes Of things have changed, and written word in turn Has lost its worth, especially in Art. ------- Havi Shah
@basittalii11 ай бұрын
I wrote this poem on John Keats some 15 years ago. I have quit poety, but I want to present this poem to Keats-Shelley Memorial House. (Sorry if my way is quite untoward) Ode to John Keats More than twenty years have passed since then, And most I used to see those days, have changed; I can not hear and talk to most of men I used to talk from here and there wide ranged. Where have they gone from me? Of course, they have Gone to some city, state or foreign land, And settled down to never come here back, Or lain in some cold grave, Or taken rest some where imprisoned, and No notes to hear and read from them, Alack. Yet there is something constant in my mind, Some thoughts and dreams and visions of those days, When I go through your poems, I feel and find Those youthful years of life lie there always. The memories of your Odes are fresh and green! How great I loved to read them late at nights! And dreamed to write one like them from my own, That no one could have seen, By bard who lived with different tongue and sights, And who more than you two cent years had grown. I do have themes to write on as you did, But lack the force you put them down in Odes With, the force I may have found in mid Of fake and genuine springs, of muses' abodes. Why I don’t feel to write immortal themes, As you did: Nightingale and Grecian Urn, And Autumn, all times favourite on my part? Quite obviously the schemes Of things have changed, and written word in turn Has lost its worth, especially in Art. ------- Havi Shah
@basittalii11 ай бұрын
I wrote this poem on John Keats some 15 years ago. I have quit poety, but I want to present this poem to Keats-Shelley Memorial House. (Sorry if my way is quite untoward) Ode to John Keats More than twenty years have passed since then, And most I used to see those days, have changed; I can not hear and talk to most of men I used to talk from here and there wide ranged. Where have they gone from me? Of course, they have Gone to some city, state or foreign land, And settled down to never come here back, Or lain in some cold grave, Or taken rest some where imprisoned, and No notes to hear and read from them, Alack. Yet there is something constant in my mind, Some thoughts and dreams and visions of those days, When I go through your poems, I feel and find Those youthful years of life lie there always. The memories of your Odes are fresh and green! How great I loved to read them late at nights! And dreamed to write one like them from my own, That no one could have seen, By bard who lived with different tongue and sights, And who more than you two cent years had grown. I do have themes to write on as you did, But lack the force you put them down in Odes With, the force I may have found in mid Of fake and genuine springs, of muses' abodes. Why I don’t feel to write immortal themes, As you did: Nightingale and Grecian Urn, And Autumn, all times favourite on my part? Quite obviously the schemes Of things have changed, and written word in turn Has lost its worth, especially in Art. ------- Havi Shah
@carmenarioli93211 ай бұрын
Un rifugio romantico struggente, Peccato che si debba conoscere benissimo l' inglese per poter meglio comprendere, sarebbe come visitare una casa museo di un poeta italiano a Londra ed essere costretti a leggere i testi in lingua originale, mi chiedo quale sia la logica di una scelta così esclusiva.
@thdreamer Жыл бұрын
TENZING HERE
@peterdevita6308 Жыл бұрын
Is Giuseppe Albano still the Curator of the Keats-Shelley Museum? I only was in Italy when a boy of 12 so obviously I knew nothing of the English Romantic Poets. That all changed very drammatically for me as I studied French, Italian, Spanish and English as an Under-Graduate doing all my Graduate Studies in French Literature of the 17the Century. However, I have taught English as a side-line at a Jewish Private School and the English Romantic Poets not to speak of the novelists and playwrights are always on my curriculum. Hopefully one day I'll be able to go to that sacred house!
@gerryholden Жыл бұрын
Why the music? Irritating and distracting!
@bartlebeans Жыл бұрын
Goodbye, dear Julian.
@feliceradice5848 Жыл бұрын
🙏😓💔
@susiecrawfish5363 Жыл бұрын
RIP Julian .
@maudemathildeh335 Жыл бұрын
RIP Beautiful One 😢
@margaretbuckley9309 Жыл бұрын
WE LOVE YOU JULIAN YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL SOUL MAY YOU BE AT PEACE NOW R U P JULIAN 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🙏
@olgasavvidis3774 Жыл бұрын
Brilliant!
@abadstroller Жыл бұрын
🕯️
@TheTrumpmancometh2024 Жыл бұрын
Keats was one of the few poets whose work I admired!
@ravnjakjasmina Жыл бұрын
🥀😔🌹
@simoneleminskigogo9692 Жыл бұрын
Go to the angels,my sweet.
@manjufrodo Жыл бұрын
🙏♥🕊
@manjufrodo Жыл бұрын
🙏♥🕊
@ultrasignificantfootnote3378 Жыл бұрын
Spoilt rich kid with imagination.
@michellep9999 Жыл бұрын
I love you, Julian. Thank you and may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. 🙏💗💗💗💗💗