POEM OF THE DAY

POEM OF THE DAY: I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME BY E.E.CUMMINGS

I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME BY E.E.CUMMINGS

Poetry Reading

583,846 views•Jun 7, 2012

PEARLS OF WISDOM

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I Carry Your Heart With Me -- A poem by E.E.Cummings.

About the poet -- Edward Estlin Cummings (1894 -- 1962) was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. He was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA. Cummings' poetry often deals with themes of love and nature, as well as the relationship of the individual to the masses and to the world. Modernism prevailed major part of his work.

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POEM OF THE DAY

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W. H. Auden 

POEM OF THE DAY : THE NOVELIST BY W. H. AUDEN

POEM OF THE DAY : THE WIND

THE WIND BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON -

Memorization Song

6,414 views

Jul 1, 2019

Ezra Tillman

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I put "The Wind" by Robert Louis Stevenson to music and created a video to help people memorize the poem.

"The Wind" is part of the collection of poems often called "A Child's Garden of Verses". The collection was first published in 1885 and is in the public domain.

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POEM OF THE DAY: IF TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME

IF TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME

(read by Tom O'Bedlam)

261,750 views

Feb 7, 2019

Mandra Kept

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"If Tomorrow Starts Without Me" attributed to David Romano and read by Tom O'Bedlam.

Song by Mattia Cupelli - https://soundcloud.com/mattiacupelli

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POET OF THE DAY : JOHN KEATS

JOHN KEATS : SECOND GENERATION ROMANTIC POET

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Feb 28, 2020

English Literature Notes

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John Keats was the second generation romantic writer along with Blake and Shelley. He wrote many significant poems and letters. He died at very young age, 25 yrs but he will be remembered in every generation.

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POEM OF THE DAY "1ST SEPTEMBER 1939" BY W.H. AUDEN

"1ST SEPTEMBER 1939" BY W.H. AUDEN

(READ BY TOM O'BEDLAM)

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Dec 29, 2008

SpokenVerse

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On this day Hitler invaded Poland and WWII broke out.  Thucydides was an honest historian, the originator of Political Realism which observes that the relationship between countries is based on strength and not which is in the right. His work is still studied in military academies.

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POEM OF THE DAY : DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

DYLAN THOMAS READS 

"DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT"

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Jul 7, 2011

blogaboutpoetry

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A reading of "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas.

The poem in full:

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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POEM OF THE DAY

*A little Madness in the Spring*

by Emily Dickinson

A little Madness in the Spring

Is wholesome even for the King,

But God be with the Clown—

Who ponders this tremendous scene—

This whole Experiment of Green—

As if it were his own!

POEM OF THE DAY

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, FRS, known simply as Lord Byron, was an English poet, peer and politician who became a revolutionary in the Greek War of Independence, and is considered one of the leading figures of the Romantic movement. 

Born: 22 January 1788, London, United Kingdom

Died: 19 April 1824, Missolonghi, Greece

Poems: Don Juan, She Walks in Beauty, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Darkness, Manfred, more

Plays: Manfred, Sardanapalus, Marino Faliero, Doge of Venice

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POEM OF THE DAY !

Daffodils

by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud 

That floats on high o'er vales and hills, 

When all at once I saw a crowd, 

A host, of golden daffodils; 

Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine 

And twinkle on the milky way, 

They stretched in never-ending line 

Along the margin of a bay: 

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, 

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they 

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: 

A poet could not be but gay, 

In such a jocund company: 

I gazed'and gazed'but little thought 

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie 

In vacant or in pensive mood, 

They flash upon that inward eye 

Which is the bliss of solitude; 

And then my heart with pleasure fills, 

And dances with the daffodils.

POET

POEM OF THE DAY : SCAFFOLDING by SEAMUS HEANY

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POEM OF THE DAY: TONIGHT I CAN WRITE THE SADDEST LINES : PABLO NERUDA

TONIGHT I CAN WRITE THE SADDEST LINES :

PABLO NERUDA

// Spoken Poetry

313,456 views

Jul 20, 2016

dawido

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POEM OF THE DAY: THE MORE LOVING ONE : W. H. AUDEN

POEM OF THE DAY

Meeting and Passing

by Robert Frost

As I went down the hill along the wall

There was a gate I had leaned at for the view

And had just turned from when I first saw you

As you came up the hill. We met. But all

We did that day was mingle great and small

Footprints in summer dust as if we drew

The figure of our being less than two

But more than one as yet. Your parasol

Pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust.

And all the time we talked you seemed to see

Something down there to smile at in the dust.

(Oh, it was without prejudice to me!)

Afterward I went past what you had passed

Before we met and you what I had passed.