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@axeldseetolksdorfuohhuhch8851 Күн бұрын

This became my favorite poem when I was 16. I am now 55 and it is and has always been my favorite poem.

@Cleisthenes2 2 күн бұрын

each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not

@danjameson1572 3 күн бұрын

some poets are terrible readers of their own work.

@joedent3323 6 күн бұрын

❤

@TitularHeroine 6 күн бұрын

This is beautiful and reminds me of picking mulberries on the farm where I grew up. Even the back half is beautiful in a way, too, the knowledge that recurring hope equals recurring regret. I don't know if I've said this elsewhere but Heaney's translation of Beowulf will never be outdone, I think. Thank you!

@gracehope7 6 күн бұрын

I went to a poetry reading given by Thom Gunn at University of Cincinnati in 1975 or so. He was wonderful.

@poets-speak 6 күн бұрын

Would have loved to have been there!

@Lili-Benovent 6 күн бұрын

FOREVER LOST - Lili I sat upon a lonely beach, watched the gulls and crabs devour The remains of one large man, no clothes, no eyes, one hand As I enjoyed the morning sun, the waves had washed him clean I lazed there for a little while and then began to dream And wondered of his story, his sad demise upon the sand. - I slowly woke when day had cooled and found I wasn’t alone A Spectre sat at my right side and smiled at my surprise I was a wanderer he said, a Tramp, a Sailor wild And I pray the sea will take me and scatter all my bones I’ll tell the story of my murder, no profit now in lies For I was just a Gypsy, stolen from my tribe as child. - Sunken deep within the mire of crime, four lads with time to kill And kill we did whenever, we found the chance of coin The guilty and the innocent, none spared or conscience felt The hand of Satan on my shoulder, the tempest in my loins But treachery’s around us all and treachery was dealt When I stole within the clan, a wench I didn’t own.- I lost my eyes, I lost my hand, I’m destined now to roam The lonely shore for evermore, no life, no friends, no hand He wandered back to where his form lay rotting on the sand Sometimes I hear a wailing, from that Spectre in the foam He cannot see, he can’t be free, his anger, hate demand The death of any stranger who happens by his home. - The beach looks so inviting for swimmers to its shore Currents deep and fast, take the unwary to the deep Every Summer takes its toll, the Spectre calls for more The warning signs upon the sand, only tempt the brave Dragged out to sea among the fish, reward eternal sleep There’ll be no sleep for the vagabond, the sand his lonely grave.

@redcatofdeath 6 күн бұрын

Love it. Though frankly I do not understand reading the last four lines quickly.

@steveculbert4039 8 күн бұрын

Of all the poems I have studied for over half a century, "Bells for John Whiteside's Daughter" most belongs to the depth of true experience.

@redcatofdeath 10 күн бұрын

Glad this was posted.

@tejasnair3399 13 күн бұрын

Amazing rhymes

@FoundPoetry1456 13 күн бұрын

‘When will indifference come’

@codyhall9223 14 күн бұрын

Here cuz of golden girls. Endlessly grateful. ❤

@TitularHeroine 14 күн бұрын

Thank you for putting the poems in the descriptions of the videos. This one (and many others) was impactful to read along to.

@TitularHeroine 14 күн бұрын

Holy damn....

@LucyTheGermanPinscher 14 күн бұрын

He sounds so happy 😃 👍

@jackgalmitz 15 күн бұрын

What a great poem! How well Gunn uses metered lines and rhyme to quiet, to contain the pain of a raging life.

@ChrisLonsdale67 16 күн бұрын

TH's Yorkshire intonations are always a pleasure to listen to ....

@Heidi-Shell 16 күн бұрын

Thank you. And thank you for posting the text.

@joshuabondpoetry5406 18 күн бұрын

Thank you for that.

@grahamroe794 18 күн бұрын

Wonderful poem wonderfully read.

@TitularHeroine 21 күн бұрын

I wasn't expecting the rhymes and near-rhymes and the excellent turns of phrase really make them work. Thank you!

@finlaymiles9798 23 күн бұрын

this is so fucking good i love the way he does the last few lines

@davidlee6720 28 күн бұрын

missing a lot of what she says - can't you add subtitles? No disrespect to dear Stevie.

@poets-speak 27 күн бұрын

Sure. I'm working on the subtitles; they'll be available soon.

@WPFinlay 29 күн бұрын

So glad to have found this here spoken in such a lovely quiet way here - and by Edwin Muir himself!

@frankmorgandorfer893 29 күн бұрын

Robinson alone provides the image robinsonian.

@frankmorgandorfer893 29 күн бұрын

The porch light coming on again, Thankyou.

@saraever382 Ай бұрын

Deep and clever. Spreads joy of life. I love this author, of "Where is my wandering boy tonight ?" , there I met questions and answers, above all : Humour ❗