How I Fell in Love with Poetry

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Benjamin McEvoy

Benjamin McEvoy

2 жыл бұрын

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@ronetteskiestante4064
@ronetteskiestante4064 2 жыл бұрын
For me it's this line, "I took the one less traveled by" - Robert Frost (The Road not taken). I was a teen when I first read it, made me think and ask why would he do that, and that has made all the difference :)
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
I love that one. I often think about it whenever I'm confronted with a difficult decision, or when I find myself on a new journey, requiring courage to go against the crowd!
@ronetteskiestante4064
@ronetteskiestante4064 2 жыл бұрын
@@BenjaminMcEvoy when I was 16/17 years old I took that line literally 🤣, but now that I'm a thousand years old, it hits differently..sometimes I took the road less traveled by choice, sometimes it's by circumstance..these days I just improvise 😏
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
@@ronetteskiestante4064 Ah, yes, I completely relate to that. Metaphors are even more powerful when we take them literally at first, with time providing the change :)
@tommyryan3434
@tommyryan3434 2 жыл бұрын
We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking up at the stars . oscar Wilde
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Ha! That's a wonderful one. Oscar was so tragically charming!
@tommyryan3434
@tommyryan3434 2 жыл бұрын
@@BenjaminMcEvoy oscar Wilde is brilliant love they way he writes make me feel good when I read poetry
@rosiesmallshaw
@rosiesmallshaw 2 жыл бұрын
@@BenjaminMcEvoy hey kindred spirit, I too fell in love with that poem you read, I fell in love with it when I read the book by Harold Bloom. Since I lived 30 minutes away from Yale University, I wrote an email to Bloom asking for him to sign my book. He said he didn’t have signings anymore but he invited me to visit him at campus. I was flabbergasted and I feared I wouldn’t be able to to contain myself and kiss him haha so I never replied back… and the he passed. I found your channel today, and I just subscribed! Happy reading!
@barrymoore4470
@barrymoore4470 8 ай бұрын
@@rosiesmallshaw I bet Bloom would have loved to have been kissed by you! That was a lovely gesture of him, to invite you to meet him.
@dbishop9992
@dbishop9992 2 жыл бұрын
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening I had already known and loved the last lines of the poem but I appreciated it even more after one of my college friends cited it while we studied for a stressful final exam. It reminded me that I had to stay focused on the obligations I had in front of me though I would have liked to engage in pleasant distractions
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Beautiful choice! And I love the personal meaning this poem has for you. I know this one by heart as I used it during my time as a teacher. It’s a lovely one to carry around with us through our lives :)
@greg2805
@greg2805 2 жыл бұрын
Tennyson’s Ulysses-three lines actually-“I am a part of all that I have met”. “Come my friends, ‘Tis not to late to seek a newer world” and last, “To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Powerful stuff right there! This poem used to give me insomnia - it would just play over and over in my mind all night..
@mrglobule1259
@mrglobule1259 2 жыл бұрын
For me, it was Shelley. I was doing poetry in my Higher English (30 years ago) and it had all been pretty boring, then my teacher brought out Ozymandias. It stopped me in my tracks. I had never heard anything like it. I can still never get over the fact it’s only 14 lines - 14 lines of perfection. We did a close reading of it and it was at that point poetry became this beautiful thing that was more than just words you read on a page. It’s not one line, but a few that have always stuck in my gut: Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read… And …The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed There’s a poem called Fulangas Chrìosd by a Scottish Gaelic poet from Balquhidder in Scotland, called Dughall Bochanan. He was known as a spiritual poet. He was an extremely tormented soul, which he carried in his work and he wrote this poem, which translates as The Suffering of Christ and is about the Crucifixion. It is the single most devastating poem I’ve ever read. I’m not a religious person, although raised Catholic, but I was in tears reading it. It is brutal and it shook me to the core and has lived in my mind since. Sadly, it doesn’t have the same power in English.
@80aj21
@80aj21 2 жыл бұрын
For me that line was Gwendolyn Brooks; We Real Cool. It was just so cool yet caught up with such doom. We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Wow. Nice choice. Thank you for sharing :)
@80aj21
@80aj21 2 жыл бұрын
@@BenjaminMcEvoy It's not my favourite poem today, but it showed a side that wasn't dusty old books, or boing dissection by an English teacher. it was the first I enjoyed reading for no other reason than enjoyment. I think that is a much-underrated breakpoint for readers, finding their way into a genre.
@vermadheeraj29
@vermadheeraj29 2 жыл бұрын
"The music in my heart I bore, long after it was heard no more." The last two lines from 'The Solitary Reaper' - by William Wordsworth and later it was Robert Frost.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Very nice choice. I loved this poem, along with 'We Are Seven'. Frost is a wonderful one too :)
@vermadheeraj29
@vermadheeraj29 2 жыл бұрын
@@BenjaminMcEvoy I will look it up for sure. Thanks for making me fall in love with classic literature once again, before 2021 I hadn't read anything classic for almost 8 years. Now a third of my TBR is classic literature.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
@@vermadheeraj29 That's amazing! It makes me so happy to hear that :)
@vermadheeraj29
@vermadheeraj29 2 жыл бұрын
@@BenjaminMcEvoy Me as well, keep up the good work 👍 fyi just read 'We are seven' it is absolutely beautiful. A very special thanks for this one.
@sonitagovan
@sonitagovan 2 жыл бұрын
'My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.' Warsan Shire
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
That's beautiful :) Thank you for sharing! "I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude" - I love that.
@gin6270
@gin6270 2 жыл бұрын
:)
@alankian4686
@alankian4686 2 жыл бұрын
Not an exact line, but the last section of Percy Bysshe Shelley's "Ozymandias": "My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away."
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Ozymandias haunted me too. Such a powerful reminder that will stay with us through the ages!
@user-xf1we9lm1e
@user-xf1we9lm1e 2 жыл бұрын
Damn! I had just posted a long comment here but it has suddenly disappeared 😱 Anyways. The line that still moves me the most is from a poem by Anna Akhmatova. “You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.”
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
That's so beautiful - sublime and moving. This is the first time I've read this one. I love it. Thank you so much for sharing :)
@Keyongardendoor
@Keyongardendoor Ай бұрын
In 7th grade (US, so age 12) I memorized “Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight” by Vachel Lindsay. The whole poem and the experience of memorizing it, and reciting it to my class, did it for me. And even though I struggled with poetry for decades, and still do in my 70s, that one poem hooked me for life.
@trigger_9642
@trigger_9642 2 жыл бұрын
Mine is “The art of losing isn’t hard to master/so many things seem filled with the intent/to be lost that their loss is no disaster” from One Art by Elizabeth Bishop. A beautiful meditation on loss:)
@gin6270
@gin6270 2 жыл бұрын
:)
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
That is most definitely a beautiful meditation. Thanks so much for sharing, Shaktivel :)
@barrymoore4470
@barrymoore4470 8 ай бұрын
Bishop is one of my favorite poets, and this is one of her most powerful and memorable creations.
@achiereads
@achiereads 4 ай бұрын
That's such a powerful line. That hit me. "for I am very dead thing in whom love wrought new alchemy"
@achiereads
@achiereads 4 ай бұрын
I think I might cry at that line. You're so right about it being powerful.
@achiereads
@achiereads 4 ай бұрын
I'm not a teenager, maybe a late bloomer but maybe it does represent where I am now. I just think it's such a beautiful way to encapsulate connectivity, how everything is one, how love came from something ugly or dead and yet it's still about the persons own emotional state. I think poetry can do what alot of other art forms do that set me in awe and just say things that hurt because of how beautiful and creative they are, and all that expression and because of the flexibility and creativity one get's to see things as they never saw them before like love being the same as something we would consider very apart from it like death. I also don't think it's few and far between to be connected with the exact emotions either. I men I'm not and wasn't but I feel like I am through you, if I was screaming a huge FU to the universe and everyone who is happy. I may have said it beautifully and creatively but I also said i'm in pain. I just heard a poet say, I'm in pain. It's interesting because I didn't cry for his pain to all my knowledge I cried for it's language and it's regalness
@simoncairns6398
@simoncairns6398 Ай бұрын
Agree, this is a powerful line ❤
@wendyfairfull8967
@wendyfairfull8967 2 жыл бұрын
I was a very melancholic teenager. Hell, now I’m a melancholic fifty year old. Morrissey was my hero. For me it was, ‘I should have been a pair of ragged claws/scuttling across the floors of silent seas.’ From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot. I first read that when I was about fourteen, and it blew me away. That imagery was the most perfect thing I’d seen in my young life. I could go on with other lines that have struck me in other stages of my life, but I don’t want to turn a comment into a novel.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Oh, yes, mine too! I devoured every single album by The Smiths. "Keats and Yeats are on your side / While Wilde is on mine". Or, in your case, Wendy, T.S. Eliot. Terrific choice. I love the musicality and visual power of that line. I can see why it blew you away!
@eoghanf7526
@eoghanf7526 2 жыл бұрын
""Hope" is the thing with feathers -- That perches in the soul -- And sings the tune without the words -- And never stops -- at all" -Emily Dickenson. "Digging" by Séamus Heaney and "Spring Pools" by Robert Frost are favourites of mine also.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Beautiful. Emily Dickinson is one of my favourites today, and your choice in particular is one I love. Heaney and Frost are great ones too. Thank you for sharing, Eoghan :)
@DT-pd8hw
@DT-pd8hw 2 жыл бұрын
'Digging' by Heaney is my all time favourite poem. My childhood canon as you say. "Between my finger and my thumb, The squat pen rests; snug as a gun"
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
@@DT-pd8hw I always loved that one too!
@hambos
@hambos 9 ай бұрын
You didn't have to obliterate us with Emily 😅😢 She's transcendent
@curlynoodle2929
@curlynoodle2929 2 жыл бұрын
Oh so many lines, so little time!! Poetry is the conduit for my soul's voice. I am lost in it. Okay, so current favourite line/s - for sure it's Emily Dickinson's, There's a Certain Slant of Light [320] - the whole poem makes me fizz and spark and spiral and question, but the line that really does it is: - When it comes, the Landscape listens - Shadows - hold their breath - When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death - Is there anymore to say really...? Always fabulous, Ben. Sharon x
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
I absolutely adore that poem, so I'm thrilled this one is a favourite for you, Sharon. I found myself chanting it during my swim the other day, meditating on each one, one line per lane: There's a certain slant of light, Winter Afternoons - That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes - I really must do more with Dickinson. Her poetry moves me in ways beyond my comprehension :)
@ajiththomas2465
@ajiththomas2465 2 жыл бұрын
If you like Dickinson's "There's A Certain Slant of Light", I recommend checking out this video essayist Nerdwriter1 and his video "How Emily Dickinson Writes A Poem". In it, they break down the poem "Tell all the truth but tell it slant" and highlight all the inner subtle meanings of the poem that I would have never even noticed or understood. It kind of flipped my whole perspective of the poem and made me understand it in a new, better, more knowledgeable way because I learned more about how Dickinson was crafting her meaning that she was conveying like a kaleidoscope. As Ben has said in the past, Emily Dickinson is a very cognitively demanding poet and this poem showcases it. It's deceptively complex in it's simplicity. So definitely check out that Nerdwriter1 video if you haven't already. Also check out his videos on EE Cummings and Yeats. Happy reading!
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
@@ajiththomas2465 I've seen those videos (Cummings and Dickinson) and think he did a tremendous job with them. Great channel all around too with wonderful production value. Kaleidoscopic is definitely very suitable word for Dickinson :)
@booshkoosh7994
@booshkoosh7994 Жыл бұрын
The first line that took me into poetry was from Keats' "Fill me a brimming bowl"; and oddly enough, it was the very first two lines of the poem: "Fill me a brimming bowl, and in it let me drown my soul: But put there in a drug, designed to banish women from my mind." I think I was going through a bit of a first-love (the end of one) melancholy experience, and this hit the spot. It is a bit embarrassing to say it out loud, but it did lead to a great love for poetry. Thanks, Benjamin, for the video!😄👌
@xinyuanchen6281
@xinyuanchen6281 2 жыл бұрын
It was Eliot. I do not remember which line. Perhaps it’s “I do not hope to turn again”, or “between the idea/and the reality/between the motion/and the act/falls the shadow”. Anything by him was magical to me then. He has greatly changed my preference of poetry and my own writing style :)
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
That's amazing :) Thank you for sharing!
@stevensharpe3472
@stevensharpe3472 11 ай бұрын
These lines from "In Memory of W.B. Yeats" gripped me when I read them in a college English class: Earth, receive an honoured guest: William Yeats is laid to rest.
@royboy56100
@royboy56100 17 күн бұрын
My first love was nursery rhymes ( Childcraft series ;64) and school. Memorizing some. Started writing poetry in '73 in Colo. I do tend to rhyme too much, but have done some good prose, when I let it flow. Still want to do my book, with poetry and short stories. I have many of mine on FB, but written down in dozens of notebooks, and my writing is no good now, and eyesight going. Ha. What passes for poetry now ,sometimes I question, as it has changed in some ways, more a Haiku . But Browning, Sandburg,Tennyson,Yeats, many others, were the founders, among so many, who gave us heaven in words. I Particularly love the way Bradbury did poetry in his poems ans well as most of what he wrote, as he is my fave,since 1971 8th grade Enlgish class, thanks to my teacher. Was hooked for life. No one else like him.
@susprime7018
@susprime7018 2 жыл бұрын
Donne's "No man is an island, " is terrific but also "My candle burns at both ends," by Millay charmed me and of course, St. Louis' T.S. Elliot's "April is the cruelest month." Then throw in some Lake poets and Lord Byron's "She walks in beauty." Longfellow's "This is the forest primeval," which is good to desclaim while walking in the woods, which brings you to Frost's "Two roads diverged in a wood." "Good fences make good neighbors," and "But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep." DylanThomas' "Rage, rage, against the dying of the light." Some Rupert Brooke because he was so lovely. Lewis Carroll's "Come let us speak of cabbages and kings." So many good lines.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Wow. What a knock-out collection. Donne, Edna St. Vincent Millay, T.S. Eliot, Byron, Longfellow, Dylan Thomas, Frost, Rupert Brooke, Lewis Carroll. That's a canon right there!
@KIRTANBHATT_homeward_bound
@KIRTANBHATT_homeward_bound 2 жыл бұрын
Beautiful narration, Ben! I loved your idea of a personal childhood canon. With my 14-year-old self confronted with the hopelessness of love for the first time, Shelley's "Mutability" resonated so much that I would read it multiple times during sleepless nights: Whilst skies are blue and bright, Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day; Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Dream thou-and from thy sleep Then wake to weep...
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Thank you, Kirtan :) So glad you loved it! And how wonderful to hear that Shelley became a friend of yours the same age he became my friend! Wake to weep - that is powerful!
@rachmusic9873
@rachmusic9873 2 жыл бұрын
The way you described the “innocent state before you knew anything” reminds me of when I was first diving into the vast world of classical and romantic era music. The first concerto I ever remember hearing was Mendelssohn Violin Concerto (Ray Chen) and I remember being blown away. As a pianist, I was even more enraptured by the first Piano Concerto I heard - Saint-Saens Piano Concerto No.5 (The Egyptian) played by Lucas Jussen. My knowledge of the musical canon is now infinitely more expansive but somehow these pieces have much more weight in my heart than they would warrant if I had heard them later. This was before I moved away to attend college, and these pieces somehow remind me of home.
@abhradas6433
@abhradas6433 2 жыл бұрын
For me the gateway poet was a mixture of Keats along with Frost..... anyways loved your video
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Keats and Frost are wonderful gateway poets. I love that term - like a gateway drug. Thank you for sharing :)
@pmihajlovic
@pmihajlovic Жыл бұрын
For me it’s Allan Ginsberg’s Howl “I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness…”
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy Жыл бұрын
Such an iconic opening! Begs you to chant the whole thing :)
@Langermar
@Langermar 2 жыл бұрын
Mine is a bit stupid: "Langt þykki mér. Ligg einn saman karl afgamall, án konungs vörnum. _Eigum ekkjur allkaldar tvær, en þær konur þurfu blossa_". It's from Egil's saga. He was a fearsome viking and a good skald, but at the end of his life he become weak and his late verses are pretty sad. I was not able to find proper translation into English, but basically, here he tells how old and lonely he is and then creates a riddle about his heels by comparing them to two widows who are cold at night. It was winter, I felt a bit lonely and my heels were cold too; and Egil made me laugh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Wow. Not stupid at all. That's such a cool choice, and you really give a good sense of the story. I love the Skaldic stuff, and I now regret not specialising in it back in university. Wonderfully rich tradition :)
@peggymccright1220
@peggymccright1220 2 жыл бұрын
‘But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round’ I sang in my school choir every year from 3rd grade on. Having to memorize lyrics really made the poetry a part of me. I have gotten away from music now but poetry is still in my soul.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Beautiful :) Thank you so much for sharing. When poetry is in one's soul, one doesn't stray too far from it for too long!
@tjhunger8644
@tjhunger8644 Жыл бұрын
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door... I fell In Love with Poe and subsequently poetry soon after
@barrymoore4470
@barrymoore4470 8 ай бұрын
That's one of the eeriest works of literature I know.
@SanamshaysTutorials
@SanamshaysTutorials 2 жыл бұрын
I remember reading the Moon and the Yew Tree by Sylvia Plath for the first time and being on the verge of tears. 'I have fallen a long way'. It makes my heart ache.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Wow. Thank you so much for sharing. Sylvia Plath has such a heart piercing quality.
@NeonRadarMusic
@NeonRadarMusic 7 ай бұрын
I'm so happy that you mentioned Morrissey haha. Interestingly it was his lyrics, and Bob Dylan's and Nick Cave's, that made me want to read great literature, cause all of them are noted bookworms. 😊
@ch00p
@ch00p 2 жыл бұрын
“The which I could not love the less- So lovely was the loneliness” -Edgar Allan Poe I don’t think I’ll ever grow out of Poe!
@mindylawrence7357
@mindylawrence7357 Жыл бұрын
He grips you hard.
@dorothysatterfield3699
@dorothysatterfield3699 2 жыл бұрын
These lines from the tenth stanza of Wordsworth's "Ode: Intimations of Immortality": "What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind." I loved it when I was 19; I love it still at 67.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
What a beautiful choice! Thank you for sharing, Dorothy. I love that it has moved you both at 19 and 67. That's a testament to the power of Wordsworth. I personally find this one, Tintern Abbey, and many of the passages from The Prelude to be endlessly affecting.
@simoncairns6398
@simoncairns6398 Ай бұрын
“What does it matter that my heart couldn’t keep her.. The night is full of stars and she is not with me” Pablo Neruda The Saddest Lines “I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing.” - Seamus Heaney “Wherever you are is called here, and you must treat it as a powerful stranger.” - David Wagoner from “Lost”
@LeBlancElsewhere
@LeBlancElsewhere 28 күн бұрын
those are fantastic!
@craigmetcalfe1749
@craigmetcalfe1749 5 ай бұрын
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost-The Road Not Taken I remember this last stanza as a look back from the end game of life and celebrate treading my own path.
@alexandradushina476
@alexandradushina476 2 жыл бұрын
Soooooo, I have long love journey with poetry. And actually the lines that made me fall in love with poetry in Russian, and I didn't find a translation of this poem so I translated it by myself (of course there's no rhythm:) "He asked only for a piece of bread And looked at the living pain And someone put a stone In his extended hand " by Lermontov And also I like this one by Alexandr Block: The sound is distinct, the way it used to be, And all my sins are in your holy prayers. Ophelia, my nymph, remember me. My soul is being vainly filled, in trepidation, With distant and delightful recollection" In Russian: "А все звучит вдали, как в те младые дни. Мои грехи в твоих святых молитвах, Офелия, о нимфа, помяни. И полнится душа тревожно и напрасно Воспоминаньем дальным и прекрасным." And also I m obsessed with a French poetry and the first line was " M’auront de toi pour jamais séparé," "Rappelle-toi" Alfred de Musset
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
You translated beautifully :) Thank you so much for sharing this with me. I can see how this made you fall in love with poetry. Wonderful stuff!
@julielynn86
@julielynn86 2 жыл бұрын
Hope is the thing with feathers.
@julielynn86
@julielynn86 2 жыл бұрын
I wandered lonely as a cloud.....
@origins8978
@origins8978 9 ай бұрын
Donne’s ‘A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning’
@Littleman_Tigger
@Littleman_Tigger 2 жыл бұрын
Rilke’s Duino Elegies first line “Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the ranks of the angels?”
@parthabiswas5388
@parthabiswas5388 2 жыл бұрын
Your voice is always magical...perfect for serious literature
@yas_ione
@yas_ione 2 жыл бұрын
For me the phrase 'Mind forged manacles' in William Blake's poem London really got me hooked on poetry, it's a phrase I always think about. Wilfred Owen's poems also had a huge impact in allowing me to understand the power of poetry -- I don't think I could even begin to comprehend what WW1 was like until I read Dulce et Decorum est and Exposure.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Such an incredible phrase. It haunted me ever since I was young, studying London at school. You're so right about the power of Wilfred Owen. I get chills, and sometimes tear up, when reading Owen.. "If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood | Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs..."
@arasinya6715
@arasinya6715 2 жыл бұрын
As a Mandarin speaker, it is a lyric poem (also called "Ci" ) by Li QingZhao, which I read in the Chinese literature textbook in junior high that inspired me the most. "昨夜雨疏風驟,濃睡不消殘酒。試問卷簾人,卻道海棠依舊。知否,知否?應是綠肥紅瘦。" it means : Last night the rain was light, the wind fierce. And deep sleep did not dispel the effects of wine. When I ask the maid rolling up the curtains, She answers, "The crab-apple blossoms look the same." I cry, " But can't you see? Can't you see?" The green leaves are fresh but the red flowers are fading. The poem tells the sorrow because of the spring is passing, it simply express emotion in such beautiful way, that sparked my interest in poetry and literature.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
That's beautiful. Li QingZhao paints such a vivid picture, laden with emotion. I can see why this sparked your interest in poetry!
@thelaurels13
@thelaurels13 2 жыл бұрын
I’m a complete beginner to poetry and at Christmas I was gifted a little book of poetry. It’s 100 poems by Seamus Heaney, and I have to say some of his poems have touched my soul, to the point where they actually make me tearful, because they are so beautiful. You’re absolutely right, Ben. It is just a line or two that really resonates. This little book I received is an absolute gem of a book and I thoroughly enjoy dipping in and out of it. It truly is a book of lyrical beauty.
@zundee4182
@zundee4182 9 ай бұрын
Simply an insightful video. I had realised this sometime ago that the varying tastes of poetry among people help us to enjoy different viewpoints as others may help me understand what I fail to appreciate.
@d.b.4093
@d.b.4093 Жыл бұрын
Friedrich Hölderlin is always with me.
@rmbc1971
@rmbc1971 2 ай бұрын
Patrick Kavanaugh: "O stoney grey soil of Monaghan, The laugh from my love you thieved, you took the gay child of my passion, you gave me your clod conceived." Anyone who has ever had to milk cows at 5am, will surely take to it like a duck to water!! 😂 We literally used to jump into the hot cow turds mid-winter, to warm our feet. I wouldn't mind, we're it not for the fact that I am now lactose intolerant... But in those days, it was a question of: "adding the half pence to the pence, and prayer to shivering prayer, until they had dried the marrow from the bone " (W B Yeats) And yes, I am Irish ❤
@TumbleFourYa
@TumbleFourYa Жыл бұрын
I'd love to go back to the greats you've cited in this video. I've only recently gotten back into poetry after having not even thought about it for years, and what brought me back was a collection by Misha Collins, an actor for decades before his debut (and so far, his only) was published in 2020. The poem that caught my eye was called "Present. Tense." and is about his children finding dandelion pods they want to make a wish on. The speaker (in this case, Collins himself) is in a hurry and almost doesn't want to take the time to let his children make their wishes, but the very last line of the poem was a quote from his daughter before she blew on the pod: "I wish for this." From there, I started reading poetry again almost compulsively, and I started writing again as well! It's such a wonderful feeling to connect to such a beautiful art form. I know there are a lot of modern poets who are seen as making a mockery of the genre, but there are also some very talented writers as well: Karyna McGlynn, Rhiannon McGavin, and Savannah Brown are a few that come to mind and for the most part they're very accessible for those who are just starting out and may be intimidated by poetry. I know I still am: I have a copy of The Essential Whitman on my shelf that I've been dying to get to, but at the same time I'm waiting for the right moment! I'm hoping that my newfound interest in Shakespeare inspires me to make bolder choices😅
@poetsgarden1
@poetsgarden1 7 ай бұрын
true...I memorized many one liners....its wonderful when someone "gets it" I love "If I had longer arms I would push the clouds away" and "Clouds are not the cheeks of angels you know, they're only clouds friendly sometimes but you can never be sure." by Rod McKuen from Pushing the Clouds Away
@reaganwiles_art
@reaganwiles_art 2 жыл бұрын
Nursery rhymes; and "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll; Poe's "The Raven"; Dr. Seuss and KJV. These before adolescence. During high school I liked "Sunlight on the Garden" (my English gf copied it out in longhand for me) by MacNeice and "Call It A Good Marriage" by Robert Graves. I recall another poem by Graves that caught my eye b/c of the, to me, arcane title "The Nosegay"; albeit I don't recollect the poem. At the beginning of college I read T.S. Eliot, Auden, Spender, George Barker; my late adolescent infatuation was Eliot. But this was to be about that singular line wasn't it? The writer whose lines I recall knocking me out was Blaise Cendrars, lines from prose poems such as the devastating poem Les paques a New York, The Prose of the Transsiberian and of Little Jeanne of France (I'm getting goosebumps just naming the titles! "Profond aujourd'hui", "Le Ventre de Ma Mere", "Panama, or The Adventures of My Seven Uncles", "La Formose". From Profound Today "I no longer know whether I'm looking at the starry sky at night or a drop of water under the microscope." "The gesture of infusoria is more tragic than the story of a woman's heart." From Eliot first it was his short lyric, though I had memorised most of Eliot before ever I took a poetry class, "La figlia che piange": Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- / Lean on a garden urn- / Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair- / Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise- / Fling them to the ground and turn / With a fugitive resentment in your eyes: / But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
@barrymoore4470
@barrymoore4470 8 ай бұрын
Nursery rhymes constitute the first exposure to poetry for so many of us, and they are universally loved by young children. In my case, I lost the taste for poetry for most of the rest of my youth, but fell in love with it again in my maturity, awakening to what I believe Harold Bloom called its cognitive splendor.
@kidus5431
@kidus5431 Жыл бұрын
The lines that got me into poetry were from a sonnet in Love's Labour's Lost, Act 4, Scene 3 "If by me broke, what fool is not so wise To lose an oath to win a paradise?" I've since then been on a poetry rampage searching for the right poet to obsess over. I came across Byron and immediately fell in love. I know he's quite controversial and he took a jab at Keats more than once but he's just so darn good. The other Romantics are also really enjoyable. My favourite poem is When I Have Fears by Keats. P.S. Love your channel, keep up the great work.
@philipmcluskey6805
@philipmcluskey6805 8 ай бұрын
thanks for this
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 7 ай бұрын
You're so welcome, Philip! Thank you for watching :)
@miss_mad_hatter
@miss_mad_hatter 2 жыл бұрын
I join the melancholic teenage club! The meeting point of reality and idealisation often was luring me to these misty grounds. Gothic metal and heartbreaking classical music helped a lot as well. Yet, the turning point was a line that chose me. It literally got stuck in my brain and without noticing, one day I found myself repeating it in my head. Honestly, I haven't perceived it melancholic even though it probably could be seen in that light. The poem is by Mark Strand and says the following: "Time tells me what I am. I change and I am the same. I empty myself of my life and my life remains". Of course, later more poems have appeared touching deeply my heart. Still, I always seem to come back to this one- I change and I am the same. Thank you for the video and the reminder of these little precious moments :)))
@jeffreystone375
@jeffreystone375 2 жыл бұрын
From Wendell Berry's "How to be a Poet (to remind myself)" - There are no unsacred places; Only sacred places and desecrated places.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Wow. I love that. Thank you for sharing with me. Only sacred places and desecrated places. That is some powerful philosophy right there. And how true. What a great way to look at the world :)
@SDmcrae97
@SDmcrae97 2 жыл бұрын
"Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun" Digging by Seamus Heaney. The first line that I continually and repeatedly pored over. Even when I didn't fully understand it, something about it burrowed deep into my skull and never really left
@waterglas21
@waterglas21 2 жыл бұрын
The poem that made me fell in love with poetry was "Son of light and shadow" by Miguel Hernandez one of the best poets in XX century Spain: Some translated verses: "Ask us to throw you and me on the blanket, you and me about the moon, you and me about life. Ask that you and I burn melting in the throat, with all the firmament, the earth shaken." Also two other poems impacted me in my teens: -The beginning of the Duinos Elegies: "Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the Angelic Orders? And even if one were to suddenly take me to its heart, I would vanish into its stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, that we are still able to bear." And Death by Vicente Aleixandre: "Ah, soon, soon; I want to die in front of you, sea, in front of you, vertical sea whose foams touch the skies, to you whose celestial fish between clouds they are like birds forgotten from the depths!"
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Wow! I can see why this made you fall in love with poetry. Thank you so much for sharing this with me :)
@ChautonaHavig
@ChautonaHavig 10 ай бұрын
For me, it was Edward Roland Sill's "The Fool's Prayer." The lines: These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Among the heart-strings of a friend. “The ill-timed truth we might have kept- Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung!
@tumblyhomecarolinep7121
@tumblyhomecarolinep7121 2 жыл бұрын
I love poetry, my mum used to read it to me from a young age. But the first time a poem spoke to me as I became a more independent reader was when I was about 14. It was ‘It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined.’ I remember that feeling of love for those words. It is by Wilfred Owen and he has written far better poems but that spoke to my 14 year old self.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Wow. What a great one to fall in love with. Wilfred Owen's life being cut short was a tragedy. I think of all the poetry that could have been. I remember when I was 14, copying out one of Owen's works by hand and trying to mimic his half-rhymes and sight rhymes. Thank you for sharing, Caroline.
@letters_from_paradise
@letters_from_paradise 10 ай бұрын
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings, look upon my works, Ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains." As a GCSE student who despised all poetry and thought it dribble for those who couldn't write stories, this was my epiphany.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 10 ай бұрын
That's beautiful :) What a fantastic one to have as your poetic epiphany!
@jamiehaines7905
@jamiehaines7905 Жыл бұрын
Edna St Vincent MIllay: And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, "There is no memory of him here!" And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
@jackcharles1936
@jackcharles1936 9 ай бұрын
yes, you can fall in love with poetry, reading it, But to be born a poet, and by reading poetry a poet can discover themselves in it.
@achiereads
@achiereads 4 ай бұрын
I don't know if I have a line. I just started reading poetry and what I started with was volcanoes be in Sicily by Emily Dickenson Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography- Volcanoes nearer here and so and so, I like the craft. I enjoy the meaning behind her words. I like the imagery, it's like showing and not telling. It's like I'm able to express a feeling that just saying " I like poetry" could never convey. I enjoy the technique of her using volcanoes something so powerful...I just enjoy the art and the skill. I am in awe of every line together. Maybe I'm bad at reading poetry
@achiereads
@achiereads 4 ай бұрын
maybe I'm in love with Dickenson. I see a lot of myself in her. I like her moxy.
@achiereads
@achiereads 4 ай бұрын
I don't know any piece of poetry that actually got me intrested in poetry until discussing her but I'm still new so I don't know
@ollytaylor4231
@ollytaylor4231 Жыл бұрын
For me personally, the line which always sticks in my head is the punk poet Luke Wright who wrote a poem called ‘The lay-bys and by-passes’ about the hidden beauty of England, and when writing about our country he says “I love and loathe it like I love and loathe myself.” It’s simple yet so brilliant. Whilst being a fantastically skilled writer, he has many poems which are again simple but brilliant. He taught me that the words of poetry don’t have to be unnecessarily sesquipedalian, like I’ve just been by using that word ahah. But poems can just be simple, and sound so much more effective.
@kevanwillis4571
@kevanwillis4571 Ай бұрын
John Cooper Clarke; 'Through the valley of the long - lost women. Dreaming under the driers.'
@Anicius_
@Anicius_ 2 жыл бұрын
From fairest creatures we desire increase That thereby beauty's rose might never die But as the riper should by time decease His tender heir might bear his memory. I was 15 and english isn't my native language But Shakespeare is a name that makes even those who haven't read him think of something great. And i just had opened my newly downloaded pdf of sonnets and these four lines got me i tried to keep on reading but it was too much couldn't understand at that time. I kept reading his quotes from plays and other sonnets on google but these four lines gave me that little nudge. 4:56 yes
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Nice one :) Such a classic, and a tender reminder for Fair Youths across the ages. I've heard from a lot of non-native English speakers recently who have felt the power of Shakespeare. It makes me so happy. Thank you for sharing!
@Oioioioioioi-
@Oioioioioioi- 2 жыл бұрын
the one line , i remember in class 2 there was a poem by walter delaMere Slowly silently now the moon, walks the night in her silver shoon As a kid i would fantasize this so much
@mindylawrence7357
@mindylawrence7357 Жыл бұрын
What has stuck with me for years is the compass conceit in "A Valediction Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne: If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
@danielaayers3449
@danielaayers3449 2 жыл бұрын
“Because I could not stop for Death - He kindly stopped for me -“ I must admit I need to thank the tv show Dickinson for this, but I’m so thankful I was introduced to a poet after my own heart and has awakened in me a hunger to find more poets that resonate with me.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Amazing choice. I love Dickinson :) I find her difficult but endlessly rewarding and chantable. I'll have to search out that TV show!
@danielaayers3449
@danielaayers3449 2 жыл бұрын
@@BenjaminMcEvoy it’s an Apple TV exclusive, if you don’t mind selling a bit of your soul to them. It’s quite an enjoyable show, I think semi-based/inspired on her life but also kind of magical-realistic and some modern interpretations.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
@@danielaayers3449 Sounds like a good one. Some soul-selling is about to go down :)
@danielaayers3449
@danielaayers3449 2 жыл бұрын
@@BenjaminMcEvoy Hahaha! Nice, would love to hear what you think of it!
@mishapurser4439
@mishapurser4439 Жыл бұрын
I have a book called 'Birds: A Portrait in Pictures And Words' by Charlotte Fraser, which is a collection of poems and extracts of poetry. I remember finding it in a National Trust gift shop and I knew I must have it. It's from reading this book that I knew I wanted to be a poet.
@nedmerrill5705
@nedmerrill5705 Жыл бұрын
_Nature's first green is gold / Her hardest hue to hold._ (R. Frost) is one. (Great alliteration, 2 and then 4! initial consonant sounds.) _I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul._ (W. E. Henley) is another. _Death be not proud_ (Donne) is a third.
@phandao5404
@phandao5404 2 жыл бұрын
I really love your voice ! Why do not you make audiobooks
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Thank you, my friend :) Perhaps one day I will! I would love to do an audiobook on Chaucer's Canterbury Tales.
@DATo_DATonian
@DATo_DATonian 2 жыл бұрын
"Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, we will grieve not, but rather find strength in what remains behind." - William Wordsworth's _Intimations Of Immortality_ It was a reminder that one cannot change the past, but can use the lessons it teaches to help support the present.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Beautiful. One of my favourite works in the English language. I love your meditation upon it!
@avarahman9364
@avarahman9364 2 жыл бұрын
"(You're) a common sense thumbs-down on the dodo's mode. Wrapped up in yourself like a spool, trawling your dark as owls do." You're by Sylvia Plath. She is my favorite poet right now.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Sylvia Plath is extraordinary. I often return to her 'Ariel'. Thank you so much for sharing :)
@exildoc
@exildoc 2 жыл бұрын
From the Earl King: “Ich liebe Dich, mich reizt Deine schöne Gestalt“
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Beautiful :) I must read more Goethe. His status as literary titan is secure, and yet I know so little of him!
@suzannetol
@suzannetol 2 жыл бұрын
I think the first time I fell in love with poetry was when I came across a poem by David Barker, titled "Song for Naughty Children", in the weird poetry journal "Spectral Realms No. 2." It just was so funny. It opened a whole new world too me. Today I read every thing from the poetry by H. P. Lovecraft to Milton. "The Maiden was in the Sepulchre, Pulling off her dress, When wandered in a dog-faced ghoul; He made an awful mess."
@eddyk2016
@eddyk2016 Жыл бұрын
Christopher Hitchens said that he couldn't do without the poetry of John Donne, George Herbert and gothic architecture.
@marijoe19
@marijoe19 9 ай бұрын
“She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle. Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.”
@notaprob4rob970
@notaprob4rob970 2 жыл бұрын
For me, it was when we took a look at song lyrics as one would a poem in the 7th grade. The song was Helplessness Blues by Fleet Foxes, and the opening just stuck with me: I was raised up believing I was somehow unique Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see And now after some thinking, I'd say I'd rather be A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me But I don't, I don't know what that will be I'll get back to you someday soon you will see
@alexisbuchner4509
@alexisbuchner4509 2 жыл бұрын
I loved Under Milk Wood! I thought it was endlessly enchanting - “the only sea I saw was the seesaw sea with you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.”
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Endlessly enchanting is the best way of putting it :)
@battybibliophile-Clare
@battybibliophile-Clare 2 жыл бұрын
Yeats' "I shall arise now and go to Inishfree" which we had read to us in Junior school turned me on to Keats and I saved to buy a copy of his poetry, but my grandfather bought it for my birthday. It's battered from many readings and study. Would I part with it? Not on your life! I have other editions now, but the original one is still the most evocative.
@severianthefool7233
@severianthefool7233 Жыл бұрын
Tyger, tyger burning bright..
@tomkennedy9835
@tomkennedy9835 2 жыл бұрын
I, similarly to you as a teenager, find myself getting very frustrated with poetry sometimes (although I am yet to hurl a Dylan Thomas book across the room)
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
I'm glad you can relate! In hindsight, that difficulty most likely motivated me to learn more about the art form!
@quoileternite
@quoileternite 2 жыл бұрын
The French poets I find difficult to read but I keep going back to them are Mallarmé, Saint-John Perse and Char.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Thank you for sharing! They are difficult, but I enjoy them too :)
@quoileternite
@quoileternite 2 жыл бұрын
"À la nue accablante tu"
@stefan21505
@stefan21505 2 жыл бұрын
I fell in love with literature when I read "Kabale und Liebe", a tragedy by Friedrich Schiller (who also wrote the poem Beethoven would close his 9th Symphony with) at school. It's about a love between a young nobleman and the daughter of a commoner and the people who are trying to part them due to their "class difference". In 4th there is a moment which could have stopped the catastrophy in the end. A man tries to explain his superior, the nobleman that his father is responsible for deviding him from her. He says: "Ihr Vater, Ihr Vater..." meaning "Your father, your father..." but the nobleman mistakes it for "ihr Vater, ihr Vater..." translating to "her Vater, her Vater..." (is responsible for it). Both sound the same and the only difference is in the capital letter, which you obviously can't hear. So in his rage the nobleman knocks the man unconscious and so the catastrophy wasn't prevented. The genius of lies in the fact that only people have to talk to persons superior to them (or strangers) using this pronoun "Ihr". In other cases you would use the more informal pronoun "du" or "dein" (thy). So the class devide between nobles and commeners is even on the level of language responsible for the catastrophy in the end. So perfectly constructed. And yeah after this book I read more by him and other German authors and I began writing own poems which got me even deeper in literature. So Friedrich Schiller's was it for me...
@mushfiquefahim141
@mushfiquefahim141 2 жыл бұрын
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
@s.n6021
@s.n6021 2 жыл бұрын
In leaves, no step had trodden black
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Nice :)
@gin6270
@gin6270 2 жыл бұрын
Do not ask of me, my love, that love I once had for you. There was a time when life was bright and young and blooming, and your sorrow was much more than any other pain. Your beauty gave the spring everlasting youth; your eyes, yes your eyes were everything, all else was vain. but there are other sorrows in the world than love, and other pleasures, too. Woven in silk and satin and brocade, those dark and brutal curses of countless centuries: bodies bathed in blood, smeared with dust, sold from market-place to market-place, bodies risen from the cauldron of disease pus dripping from their festering sores- my eyes must also turn to these, You're beautiful still, my love but I am helpless too; for there are other sorrows in the world than love, and other pleasures, too. Do not ask of me, my love, that love I once had for you! -Faiz Ahmad Faiz, translated from Urdu. I have always been charmed by Urdu poetry, but this one just shook me up.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Amazing. You've made me want to pursue more Urdu poetry. I can see why this one in particular shook you up!
@julielynn86
@julielynn86 2 жыл бұрын
One line per comment lol!!!!!
@johnwilkins11
@johnwilkins11 2 жыл бұрын
Hey man. I really appreciate the videos. I see you have the new Ishiguro book behind you. I’m interested to know what you think of his work? I adore The Remains Of The Day but I am yet to read much more that he has written than that. What do you think?
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Thank you, Frank :) I loved Never Let Me Go. Klara and the Sun is quite similar. I think readers either love Ishiguro or don't take to him at all. I can understand both reactions. I'm planning to do a podcast episode of Klara and the Sun, where I will discuss his works generally too. I haven't finished this one yet, but I've found it quite thought-provoking so far and would be keen to discuss it!
@johnwilkins11
@johnwilkins11 2 жыл бұрын
@@BenjaminMcEvoy Thanks for the reply. I'll be sure to check that episode out.
@kashvibajaj6968
@kashvibajaj6968 2 жыл бұрын
“Each man kills the thing he loves yet each man does not die” - Oscar Wilde, the ballad of reading gaol
@RJPuxley
@RJPuxley 2 жыл бұрын
'And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man.' A.E. Housman
@donaldlivingstone3413
@donaldlivingstone3413 2 жыл бұрын
The first and last lines of Yeats' "He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven".
@triducvu1588
@triducvu1588 2 жыл бұрын
Thank you for another great video! I really want to ask for your opinion on what makes “a poem”. I really adore William Wordsworth and Emily Dickinson, along with some classic poét in my country. Recently I have tried to go through some modern poetry and I feel like most of them do not satisfy me. From what I observe many poems lack a sense of rhythm and rhymes, along with images that make no sense. So I want to ask if you think a poem should have rhythm and rhyme or not, and what is your view on modern poetry. Thanks a lot
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
What a great question :) I feel the same way as you. Dickinson and Wordsworth are tremendous, and the modern poets don't satisfy me half as much! I think a poem doesn't necessarily need rhyme, but perhaps does need some fashion of rhythm - most of all, it needs life and blood, a beating heart. And the problem with most of the modern poets is that they don't convey the human experience with any depth. I'll talk about this more in a dedicated video, so thank you for the idea :)
@triducvu1588
@triducvu1588 2 жыл бұрын
@@BenjaminMcEvoy thanks a lot for your reply 😊😊
@maxfischer5962
@maxfischer5962 2 жыл бұрын
The cloud-capp’d tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. WE ARE SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE ON
@melsch8740
@melsch8740 7 ай бұрын
Not poetry, but... Scarlett O'Hara war eigentlich nicht schön zu nennen. Like, damn, you can almost not say that you enjoy gone with the wind these days.... And rereading the book as an adult YIKES to so much of it. I read it the first time when I ws around 13 and didn't know much about American History at all so I lacked a lot of context, but somehow the style really captivated me and I can still open the book on any page and be immersed immediately. And dear GOD do I love story's about deeply flawed or straight up bad people.
@DressyCrooner
@DressyCrooner 2 жыл бұрын
Lord Byron was and still is my favourite poet. The Destruction of Sennacherib is my favourite. Need to read more of him to be honest. I read some of Chile Harold's Pilgramage...years ago. Contemporary poetry is awful. We had to study the most dreadful contemporary poems in school. I learned to love the Modernist poets though, despite being a natural Romantic. Auden was my favourite out of all of them.
@FionnKirwan
@FionnKirwan 2 жыл бұрын
Gerard Manley Hopkins Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me; Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse. To be honest was hit my lyrics by the likes of Tom Waits, Nick Cave, Richey Edwards long before any poetry.
@missjenny1953
@missjenny1953 2 жыл бұрын
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound Like Balls upon a Floor
@booousername
@booousername 2 жыл бұрын
I really like the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner. I was really enjoying the poem but it wasn’t until it knocked me for six with ‘I killed the albatross’ that I suddenly said “this is art”😂 which one of us is more moody as a teen do you think?
@julielynn86
@julielynn86 2 жыл бұрын
Whose woods these are I think I know.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
The woods are lovely, dark and deep... This one brings back memories. I used to teach English pronunciation, and used this poem - absolutely exhausted it! I love it :)
@julielynn86
@julielynn86 2 жыл бұрын
@@BenjaminMcEvoy Awwww! How wonderful! My grandmother, and mother, for that matter, were English majors at college and Frost was a favorite, and especially that poem, of my grandmother who shared it with all her grandchildren as we grew up. I just bought a beautiful illustrated copy of that poem for mine yesterday. I think it was especially special to Nana because she grew up in Maine and then moved to Vermont. She and my grandfather had a great deal of land, still in the family, on Lake Champlain. The land is equal parts open rolling hills, and lovely woods. Incidentally, her favorite book was Rabble In Arms by Kenneth Roberts about the American Revolutionary War....with you guys lol!!! I have her beloved clothbound copy of it. A treasure for sure.
@Arsenal.N.I7242
@Arsenal.N.I7242 2 жыл бұрын
To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.. William Blake.
@BenjaminMcEvoy
@BenjaminMcEvoy 2 жыл бұрын
Awesome choice. This is one that always staggered me with its power and insight!
@DATo_DATonian
@DATo_DATonian 2 жыл бұрын
I worked in research for a university and a friend of mine there happened to be the operator of a scanning electron microscope which was used to examine matter from outer space (meteorite samples, moon rocks, interstellar dust particles etc). He had that line of poetry on the door to his SEM lab. When you think about it you realize the depth of poetic meaning this quotation represented in that particular context.
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