The Woody Allen version is good, as well.

Burton's voice was made for reading Poetry: ~ Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we two, one another's best. Our hands were firmly cemented With a fast balm, which thence did spring; Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread Our eyes upon one double string; So to'intergraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one, And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation. As 'twixt two equal armies fate Suspends uncertain victory, Our souls (which to advance their state Were gone out) hung 'twixt her and me. And whilst our souls negotiate there, We like sepulchral statues lay; All day, the same our postures were, And we said nothing, all the day. If any, so by love refin'd That he soul's language understood, And by good love were grown all mind, Within convenient distance stood, He (though he knew not which soul spake, Because both meant, both spake the same) Might thence a new concoction take And part far purer than he came. This ecstasy doth unperplex, We said, and tell us what we love; We see by this it was not sex, We see we saw not what did move; But as all several souls contain Mixture of things, they know not what, Love these mix'd souls doth mix again And makes both one, each this and that. A single violet transplant, The strength, the colour, and the size, (All which before was poor and scant) Redoubles still, and multiplies. When love with one another so Interinanimates two souls, That abler soul, which thence doth flow, Defects of loneliness controls. We then, who are this new soul, know Of what we are compos'd and made, For th' atomies of which we grow Are souls, whom no change can invade. But oh alas, so long, so far, Our bodies why do we forbear? They'are ours, though they'are not we; we are The intelligences, they the spheres. We owe them thanks, because they thus Did us, to us, at first convey, Yielded their senses' force to us, Nor are dross to us, but allay. On man heaven's influence works not so, But that it first imprints the air; So soul into the soul may flow, Though it to body first repair. As our blood labors to beget Spirits, as like souls as it can, Because such fingers need to knit That subtle knot which makes us man, So must pure lovers' souls descend T' affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great prince in prison lies. To'our bodies turn we then, that so Weak men on love reveal'd may look; Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book. And if some lover, such as we, Have heard this dialogue of one, Let him still mark us, he shall see Small change, when we'are to bodies gone.

This, edited with footage of the film "The Wild Geese", would be perfect.

The poems title is "Rage"😂😂😂

More to life than power and material satisfaction. Beautiful and meaningful song Pete. Thank you.

i would have gone anywhere on earth and paid any amount of monet to have seen him play king lear

beautiful! What a voice! Gentle, tender. Great man, Burton.

please who sings the song

First use of many windows for more light then any palce of its time

My father wanted to go to Brown's and recite In my craft or sullen art we tried to get him there after my mother's extremely sad passing due to tragedy with dementia her death on a bitter February night in a feild behind a local church. As a family we had stood at dylans grave we were desperate to get dad to Brown's he fell in the bathroom and went into a brain stem coma and never made the journey to Brown's .But in my heart and intoxicated dreams he shared a drink and recited with Dylan Thomas.

Also, Burton's reading of..The Hound of Heaven..haunting..

No matter how many times I listen to this, it has me in tears every time - so moving

Yup.. its a yak

One of the truly great English poems read brilliantly by the wonderful Richard Burton.

Richard Burton. An amazing Welsh Actor. A beautiful voice one which can never die. He was so, so young before his time at 58. This poem was patticularly poiniant even more.

I know you know I know, Fiona. Yes Charles, I know! And yet, I'm not sure. I have doubts too, Fiona. Pure genius writing and performance. A thousand thanks to my late Mother for introducing me to reruns of Round the Horne in the early 1980s on BBC Radio four. I've been gruntfuttocking ever since!😂

So many of us with memories of our parents watching this show. This and the theme to Blakes 7 really hit hard when i was a young boy. Both still hit the spot ❤

Brings back so many memories of my dad.

Reminds me of my dead Mum too. Burned into my soul.

The thing is, Mr. Burton did exactly that.

Wonderful video 👍👍👍

How can you possibly put a recording up without any credit to the Composer, the Conductor and the Orchestra or the artist's and titles for any of the paintings YOU ....used! Come on....

Richard was brilliant.

Pow. ! That's it 😮❤

💻 avec lana ...une plage de 500m et 20 voitures de luxe.... Merry Christmas 🎉🎉🎉🎉 Goodies Corp

For the K.I.N.G. !!!

Richard is brilliant. This poem is his

PROPERTY'S PRINZ ANTONIO 10583288-E ETC

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ahh the 1970's :)

1989

Dame Celia Molestrangler was always one of my favourites. I was only just a callow youth when these programmes were broadcast and I regard them as perhaps the most important aspect of my education. Ah, Sunday afternoons and no TV in the house!

Aram Khachatryan

Wow

Burton reading "Ancient Mariner" is defining emotion, and he uses similar modulation and technique here. Fun facts: Both "enjoyed a drink" and died prematurely from it. Coleridge smoked opium. Cobain - heroin etc.

Unique Rambling Sid, there was only one,bless his moulies.

It's his passion.

Absolutely too much of everything, Ugh.... psychotic mindset.....it could be beautiful, but there is no break or rest for the eyes, it's all chaotic

Beautiful

Burtons reading of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner is awesome too.

I'm not sure what it does to you, but as a Welshman it causes me tears and goosebumps.❤️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

A hurley hawk

Mrs Legge, Lady Lewisham/Dartmouth eventually became Raine Countess Spencer.

Wonderful how they managed to get away with all the Polari!

Oh magnificent

The brilliant scripts of Barry Took and Marty Feldman interpreted by a masterly company of talented comedy actors.

Wow we mere mortals don’t have the ability and voice of Richard burton

As I listen to this now, after seeing my father fight for each moment more with those he loved, I can only think of the selfishness of love. Begging those in pain to hold on for our sakes. Because we aren’t ready for them to leave us. For our comfort. I love this poem, but it takes on a different meaning as you get older and watch those you love die.

Living in towns most of my life, I now know what a lapwing looks like. Thank you.

English is the most powerful language for poems in the world.