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Thanks, James. An insightful and concise analysis of a poem that has always eluded me. In fact, T.S. Elliot has eluded me. I'll now re-read his works with a fresh viewpoint in mind. Thanks for sharing your expertise.

When you remember how powerful and completely disarming good poetry can be. Thanks

Stupid poem.How are people who have English as a second language understand this?

This is fantastic. Thank you!

Brilliant

Lovely analysis. One of my favorite poems of Yeat's, alongside Sailing to Byzantium. Will enjoy making some of my own videos on Yeats. Cheers.

I appreciate the analysis and your sharing of it.

Came here once again just to say "Thank you sir."

The poem is cool. But everything else alien and lies.

Fantastic. So helpful and thoughtful!! Exactly what I needed while memorizing this masterpiece I have long loved and yet found difficult to parse rhythmically.

I' have always had trouble with the Second Coming, given what we have seen happen to the First coming .A physical Jesus would be killed in less than a week. Better if we all carried him in our hearts .I am returning now as Love, like a lamplighter that ignites every wakening heart, a tender glow to invite you to remember who you are. I am alive again in new bodies of light each a spark set upon its course to radiate in the night what I am made of. As this light grows brighter, exposing all the shadows, it parts the clouds to clear the skies of heaven, clears the mind of doubt. I am the flame that burns away the lie; I am the voice that opens up the eye. I come in a form that will never die. I am one with the Father I am one with the Mother. I am the radiant Son. December, 12, 2012

One of my most favourite poems

Wow such an amazing explanation and video edit 🎞️

Thank you 🙏 You explained it well

Thank you very much. I'll return to your lesson again and again.

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Dieing so young for a great poet as John Keats was a great tragedy for English literature.

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Sir please do more of these deep analysis video!!! Your videos are sooo good!!!! ❤ I have already subscribed it and can't wait to see more of your works ❤

This is by far the best of all readings on KZbin of this poem; the most natural, the least pretentious and pompous and most simple, as Wordsworth surely intended. Many congratulations - I have just subscribed to your channel and look forward to listening to more of your readings.

Or perhaps the beast is AI.

Amazing, superb!

Marvelous, thank you.

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Writing rhyming verse like this is interesting. It's a different way of doing a thing. Let me think of rhymes for you... Roses are red, and violets are blue.

Victor Frankl's quote is amazing. But I still think hope is built on long life, and human privilege. For the trillions of sentient animals processed through the animal agriculture systems on Earth, there is very little hope.

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A perfect commentary on today's geopolitical mess

Great analysis. I feel like I can see where your teleprompter/cue cards were located. So many glances to stage left, ha!

Thank you very much. appreciated.

It's really hard to hear the speaker.

Thank you. Very illuminating. I like how he alludes to other works in his poems. You sort of have to be a serious atudent of world literature in order to understand.

Thank you Sir,for this remarkable description of the poem.Each and every critical point that you noted is very helpful.

This video really helped me, thanks! Please continue the work

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0:28 I would I were a careless child, ⁠ Still dwelling in my Highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, ⁠⁠ Or bounding o'er the dark blue wave; The cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride, ⁠⁠ Accords not with the freeborn soul, Which loves the mountain's craggy side, ⁠⁠ And seeks the rocks where billows roll. 2. Fortune! take back these cultur'd lands, ⁠⁠ Take back this name of splendid sound! I hate the touch of servile hands, ⁠⁠ I hate the slaves that cringe around: Place me among the rocks I love, ⁠⁠ Which sound to Ocean's wildest roar; I ask but this-again to rove ⁠ ⁠Through scenes my youth hath known before. 3. Few are my years, and yet I feel ⁠⁠ The World was ne'er design'd for me: Ah! why do dark'ning shades conceal ⁠⁠ The hour when man must cease to be? Once I beheld a splendid dream, ⁠⁠ A visionary scene of bliss; Truth!-wherefore did thy hated beam ⁠⁠ Awake me to a world like this? 4. I lov'd-but those I lov'd are gone; ⁠⁠ Had friends-my early friends are fled: How cheerless feels the heart alone, ⁠⁠ When all its former hopes are dead! Though gay companions, o'er the bowl ⁠⁠ Dispel awhile the sense of ill; Though Pleasure stirs the maddening soul, ⁠⁠ The heart-the heart-is lonely still. 5. How dull! to hear the voice of those ⁠⁠ Whom Rank or Chance, whom Wealth or Power, Have made, though neither friends nor foes, ⁠ ⁠Associates of the festive hour. Give me again a faithful few, ⁠⁠ In years and feelings still the same, And I will fly the midnight crew, ⁠⁠ Where boist'rous Joy is but a name. 6. And Woman, lovely Woman! thou, ⁠⁠ My hope, my comforter, my all! How cold must be my bosom now, ⁠⁠ When e'en thy smiles begin to pall! Without a sigh would I resign, ⁠⁠ This busy scene of splendid Woe, To make that calm contentment mine, ⁠⁠ Which Virtue knows, or seems to know. 7. Fain would I fly the haunts of men- ⁠⁠ I seek to shun, not hate mankind; My breast requires the sullen glen, ⁠⁠ Whose gloom may suit a darken'd mind. Oh! that to me the wings were given, ⁠⁠ Which bear the turtle to her nest! Then would I cleave the vault of Heaven, ⁠⁠ To flee away, and be at rest.

I have a question about Frost's poem "Home Burial" if anyone understands it

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Yeats was NOT a christian. Note: 20 centuries of Stony Sleep...

beautiful poem, beautifully visualised.

Good Job

Great analysis. T. S. Was a genius

Split the infinitive, thought you were a literary scholar

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To me this is the ultimate apocalyptic poem

Too good. Too amazing.

Wow. Such a great commentary. A favourite poem of mine too. I recited it for my major drama exam and got a high distinction to my joy. I felt connected to her as a single mother of teenage girls who were troubled like Sylvia. The poem itself was so powerful that I could not but choose it. You are such a clear thinker as far as I am aware to see all the feelings & ideas from male or female etc points of view. So refreshing. Thanks again.

Thank you for your excellent discussion of this wonderful poem. Sadly I really disliked the way it was read. Too fast & without true emotion for me.