Tom Selleck has been talking about reciting this poem at the end of filming "Blue Bloods" and that he first heard it from Tyne Daly years ago when she had guested on "Magnum". His is good but hers is the most beautiful prewentation and has stayed with me for many ears.

In a show about the last day of shooting the traditional family dinner in Blue Bloods, Donnie Wahlberg said that it was silent on the set as all of the cast and crew gathered there, then said Tom recited a poem. The interviewers asked about it, and Tom said Tyne Daly had recited it to him as he drove her in his Jeep years before when she was a guest star on Magnum (which is a great episode, by the way). He thought it was magnificent, and all those years later, recited it himself, again, both on the taping of the last family dinner scene on Blue Bloods, and during that interview.

I love Hearing this poem being recited by Tyne Daly as a comment earlier said you can tell she loves this poem you definitely can because I can't put it any better than the other person did she put everything she had into it she is very good at telling stories reading poems I wish you would do more

This is one of my favorite poems. You read it beautifully. Thank you.

Bravo

Just found this, absolutely brilliantly read. Housmans poetry digs into my Soul, living in Worcestershire I often visit Bredon and all the Quintessential English Villages around the Hill and also The Clee Hills that I can see from a vantage point at the top of the lane from my home. When visiting these still quiet places I feel as if the ghosts of those times are still somehow there.

This is one of my favorite poems.

This is better than

Marvellous recitation...

..".sings in me know more " the way she spoke those last words...thank you.

I absolutely love her and this recitation! I write and publish poetry and found this really inspiring, raw and beautiful

I agree.

My favorite. Absolutely.

One of fifty-two poems she wrote for her lover, the poet George Dillon, who was only 25 when she, at 39, met him.

Good reading from mature lady looking back😊

I agree. I dig the emotion. Well done, sir.

She truly seem to resonate with this piece.

I feel Housman would have approved of this reading. Would you post some more.

Wonderful reading - so expressive. Much thanks to Ms. Sterhagen

Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out, root and all, and ponder mightily on your existence, and don't even see the irony in the fact that I have just killed you. What a silly git.

What a wonderful poem and a fabulous recital. I had never heard this poem before.

And THAT is how you read a POEM! Wow!

Wondering if there was a God, I saw a sign... I saw Jessica Tandy aged like a fine wine... My poem comment to her daughter promoting poetry...

Poet society..are they dead..close shop..

My eye is blue..

Should i know you ..your all destructive..

Bunny!

👍🏻👍🏻😺

What a beautiful recitation of this haunting poem, a personal favourite.

Definitive.

Amazing reading...who is he?

Beautiful ❤️

Beautifully and powerfully done.

Fabulous reading, well done sir.

The Eyes by Tennessee Williams.❤️

Great recitation!

This was my poem for fa4 exam. Its lovely.

Tyne Daly just keeps amazing me.

Beautiful, thank you

i had to watch this for my english lesson

such a soothing voice...

Thank you very much

i love this.

nul a chier

This was so stale

in those tired little moments; when grace grazes on crab grass and the hour clumps in its herds amongst the muddy drawls; the singularity of breath is oft over measured as snowflakes or kisses; until and then and gone. this work here is beautiful and wonderful. the poem is powerful and raw and small; like a nail finding a passing tire; bringing all to an abrupt confusing halt. the reader/presenter is fantastic. and well selected to the work at hand. it is by these little stones, these little gems, that empires rise and fall and are remembered by, if remembered, when found again.

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Beautifully recited

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak, for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour, Pinned down by pain and moaning for release, Or nagged by want past resolution's power, I might be driven to sell your love for peace, Or trade the memory of this night for food. It well may be. I do not think I would.

This is the best reading of this poem I have ever heard, and I have heard many including one by the poet herself. This is outstanding.