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On our channel, we use the power of artificial intelligence to transform beautiful poems into captivating musical experiences. Every day, we share a new video that breathes life into poetry through the art of music.
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Selected poems from world literature
Emotion-filled music tailored to each poem
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Anthem for Doomed Youth
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
- Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,-
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Poem: Wilfred Owen
Music & Singer: AI