"I wish I could remember that first day" by Christina Rossetti (read by Dame Judi Dench)

[@janew4690]

There is no one like her. Wonderful, wonderful!

[@MarthalieThurstonSachemPiper]

Beautiful. Thank you.

[@rhonataylor85]

Perfection - what a gift and what a woman.

[@harrietnelson6048]

A brilliant lady!

[@georgebroty]

Wow

[@e.conboy4286]

Lovely!

[@ritabullen7134]

A lovely poem done beautifully by Dame Judi

[@hannahtariq7158]

Such a lovely voice. Thankyou for uploading ! Xx

[@hermesnoelthefourthway]

"her voice was ever so soft and low, an excellent thing in woman". King lear, king lear, act five, referring to Cordelia. Noel

[@malcolmthompson8529]

Beautiful words, beautiful reading.

[@peggytate1392]

Trees, Joyce Kilmer.💕

[@James-pq7nf]

YOU RULE DAME JUDY DENCH

[@michaeldavis9954]

Lovely

[@Lili-Benovent]

Bye and Bye Lili Black Jesus talks of little else but doom and pain and fear Awaiting for the myriad as judgment day draws near You might have lived unblemished, as pure as driven snow He’ll pick your life to pieces, the sins you didn’t know And with the vilest criminals he’ll bid you join the file Begin the march, the slow, slow march to where the sinners dwell The fiery pit of deepest Hell, you trudge for mile on mile. - And while you’re marching with the doomed you ponder of the past How could you please this pedant, this stickler for the rules You’ve spent your life on bended knees and tried best to comply You believed the love returned, betrayed the die was cast Your whole life lost for nothing gained, this despot you decry. - Realization’s crept into your mind the Demon is your God You wouldn’t treat an animal the way he treats mankind He molds them from the clay and plays the game of life And when they fail on any point he flings them from his mind Into a burning pit of torture, perpetual pain and strife. - All your life you were told, that Satan was the snake But now you’re on that walk of death you’ve made a big mistake For Satan never promised a future filled with bliss A Paradise that never was, God’s lies, all life forsake His book of stories all are false, your God has been remiss And you have wasted all those years, the years you can’t retake. - That is the long, long story you were told from younger life And you believed what you were told and pressed into your soul But man is God and God is man, the goal complete control Fortune favors those that think, the wayside those that don’t For no one knows the fate of man, when life’s deep draught runs dry Despite the claims of Prophets false, we’ll find out bye and bye. Blessed be.

[@opheliaspenpoetry]

Lovely