Absolutely brilliant! Can't wait to share in my classes.

Should have uploaded the poem so persons can follow

It's really not want it's(Wont). to Roam Wont Means frequently, habitual repition , nicean , a place ( nice ) . Nicean Sailing Vessels of Old . I M O

I just found this channel. You are wonderful dude

Thank you very much for reading and for your wise comments. I revisit this poem at least once a year. One of my favorite passages is "Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful even though you have considered all the facts" 😀.

No wonder you didn’t read it well. You don’t understand it. Black March is death whose name is (rhymes with) breath. Don’t worry about the fact she was dying. Throughout her life she wrote mainly about death. Death was an “old friend” to her. Perhaps you should have done just a little background reading.

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Kudos; this is a conciliatory contribution on contradictory certainties, which is extremely thought provoking...

Wow!! That is an amazing poem David, which transfers and enhances fluid intelligience...

Great Video !

Brilliant. I love it.

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Poem starts at 1:12 then again at 6:03 I also have the Harold Bloom anthology :)

Why’d you stop? You’re amazing at this.

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Love this. Like the audio sound wave. I so wanted to read and see the words as it's spoken. Just wish you had added those titles to read along.

Hi I just found your channel as I was looking for an analysis of this poem. Really nice, thank you. If you see this: how would you explain the “woodland of gold is folded in feathers with its head in a bag” re the pheasant? I’m thinking that it’s a metaphor for the pheasant is part of the woodland and the woodland is part of the pheasant - they are one? And so now the woodland itself is in the bag , in darkness til spring ? Also - I wanted to elaborate on your take on the last stanza ; I thought of the ending as the passing of time overall - the bigger picture, not just the year. The simile of the tatty fairground suggests age and time since childhood (the fair started out “for the children” and now the old face is still looking out at it from inside (no longer participating). Now the child is many autumns old and the wrinkled face year in year out sees fairground, autumns , life that is getting faded, tatty , jaded. But the cycle continues . I would read this poem at a funeral and it would be about life ending but life continues. It’s so sad, bleak and yet strikingly beautiful.

"The Seven Sorrows" by Ted Hughes The first sorrow of autumn Is the slow goodbye Of the garden who stands so long in the evening- A brown poppy head, The stalk of a lily, And still cannot go. The second sorrow Is the empty feet Of a pheasant who hangs from a hook with his brothers. The woodland of gold Is folded in feathers With its head in a bag. And the third sorrow Is the slow goodbye Of the sun who has gathered the birds and who gathers The minutes of evening, The golden and holy Ground of the picture. The fourth sorrow Is the pond gone black Ruined and sunken the city of water- The beetle’s palace, The catacombs Of the dragonfly. And the fifth sorrow Is the slow goodbye Of the woodland that quietly breaks up its camp. One day it’s gone. It has only left litter- Firewood, tentpoles. And the sixth sorrow Is the fox’s sorrow The joy of the huntsman, the joy of the hounds, The hooves that pound Till earth closes her ear To the fox’s prayer. And the seventh sorrow Is the slow goodbye Of the face with its wrinkles that looks through the window As the year packs up Like a tatty fairground That came for the children.

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Simple. Calming. Wise... and fullfilled with fresh air

Hi thanks for this short focus on MacNiece - really interesting - just a note - Auden - is pronounced ORden not OWden and Louis is pronouced Loois not Looeez. thanks

Not the British.....it was the English and the Welsh

This is very insightful. I've always felt drawn to Bishop because of her obsession with both travel and the beauty of nature, even if she has a less romantic view of nature than other poets do. This is one of my favorites.

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A very beautiful and sensitive poem

Your interpretation, of there's more than glass, is beautifully expressed... The peacefulness inside the house and the blizzard, chaos, cacophony outside... Woah!!! Thank you 💙

Thank You for this amazing analysis, I have a presentation about this poem and this helped alot

Poems starts at 0:31 and ends at 2:03 I am also reading Harold Bloom!

Poem starts 1:42 ends 3:01. Good reading but why change "anigh" for "amend" which is in Harold Bloom's Best Poems book?

ur voice is great thank you fro the video currtly making a asiment on this

I really enjoyed listening to your reading. Beautiful voice. Go pro!

Your voice is awesome. :) You should go to work reading for Audio books.

I had to memorize this poem for the Poetry Out Loud competition at my school and hearing you read over it has helped me memorize most of this poem in one day while doing most everything but reading, I cannot thank you enough!

I know this poem from many years ago, thank you so much. Best wishes to your mum. I am so grateful for finding this.how do i stay in toich with you?

Depressing? No. It's about life, and those of us with the strength and courage to push on, and to meet our obligations, find ourselves facing the erosion of youth, of hope, of possibilities. What we're left with is truth. The alternative is, for many, the bottle, the younger woman, the shotgun. I'd rather look in the mirror, and face the facts. It is, as the poet says, time to learn.

Thanks! Saved my presentation for next week :)

“Ah-den,” not “Ow-den.”

“Ah-den,” not “Ow-den.”

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In the warming house, children lace their skates, bending, choked, over their thick jackets. A Franklin stove keeps the place so cozy it’s hard to imagine why anyone would leave, clumping across the frozen beach to the river. December’s always the same at Ware’s Cove, the first sheer ice, black, then white and deep until the city sends trucks of men with wooden barriers to put up the boys’ hockey rink. An hour of skating after school, of trying wobbly figure-8’s, an hour of distances moved backwards without falling, then-twilight, the warming house steamy with girls pulling on boots, their chafed legs aching. Outside, the hockey players keep playing, slamming the round black puck until it’s dark, until supper. At night, a shy girl comes to the cove with her father. Although there isn’t music, they glide arm in arm onto the blurred surface together, braced like dancers. She thinks she’ll never be so happy, for who else will find her graceful, find her perfect, skate with her in circles outside the emptied rink forever?

Fantastic .keep making videos it's very helpful.

I love the commentary on E.E. Cummnings. The way the line, "ballonman whistles far and wee" falls on the page in diffrent ways keeps the line fresh. My eyes consumed them like new words.

I am doing an English Literature exam on this, and this helped! I'm an auditory learner, so yeah! Thank you!

Jo?! Joy , no?

Loved the phrase 'contradictory certainties'. And yes, a really nice video.

Love the speaker in the video.