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I wonder if that’s disrespectful Ted pattering about and coughing in the background.

Excellent! this is one of the only poems I could vaguely understand in English class. Now I'm 53 and giving poetry another shot. I've found some good stuff - Tennyson, Donne, Coleridge, etc. (thanks to Malcolm Guite). But this one really brings it home, because this poem is how I lived my life.

The music is an unfortunate earsore.

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what is the title of the backsound?

Had to stop listening due to the music. Poetry must invite emotion through word and rhythm, the music was loud compared to the words and was evoking it's own emotions

Perfectly demonstrated by his hair do .

I like Robert Frost personally

That woman was so grim. She makes my skin crawl, yet people cling to her like dust.

6:04 -With the help of AI, I’ve reimagined this classic poem, weaving in the idea of parallel worlds to bring fresh perspectives and depth. If you love this poem, give it a listen and share your thoughts-thank you! ruclips.net/video/cvHU6XfD4XM/видео.html

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I´m looking for a poem that star something like (sorry about my English...) : In the hidden places of your hearth where never your mind get in...something new is growing ..., Can anybody help me to find it? any idea...?

Wonderful . Thank you

What road to take what road to take? Guess I better get walking down One of them. I'm so terrified: one could hold real disaster. What a mess I've gotten into!

I’ve enjoyed reading his poetry books. Thank you for sharing. ✝️❤️

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Robert Frost was a farmer. This was written when New England was dairy farm country and stone walls were iconic throughout all of New England. They were used as fences and to establish property borders. THIS POEM IS NOT ABOUT IMMIGRATION. DO NOT INSULT FROST, OR NEW ENGLAND, OR THIS COUNTRY, OR FARMERS, OR ME BY CONSTANTLY REFERRING TO IT AS A REASON WE SHOULD NOT HAVE A WALL ON OUR SOUTHERN BORDER WITH MEXICO! This poem is a wonderful, iconic AMERICAN poem, not a poem about IMMIGRATION. Put up the wall.

I just can’t help but wonder if the tempo is the same as the great man had it in his own head, we’ll never know but I just get the feeling it’s all played out a little for drama’s sake. I dunno. 🤷🏾‍♂️

"A terrible beauty is born!" @WBY rjjstephan.blogspot.com/

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For another way of seeing this, access William Irwin Thompson's "Imagination of an Insurrection".

Great poems destroyed by a piano

"Stopping By The Woods on a Snowy Evening" has been a favorite of mine for many years. We are blessed with so many wonderful men and women who express themselves in ways that haunt us forever. Those poems become part of us.

Caving...1st time I've been to a nonmusical poetry reading 😂 someone please tell me why my thoughts turned to "Jaq=c" de Ripper ..albeit some voices were soothing and then I loathed a certain name 😅...🎉

This man's came to me as a child...who opened a book and ask him in..and he has been a welcome guest to my soul every since.

This is Wonderfull!! But is it possible to hear it without the ambient piano behind it?

You should make more videos

Borrowed one of the narrations (I'm Nobody! Who are you?) for a poetry film. Gave credits in the video. Thank you. ruclips.net/video/ki2vZEUIySU/видео.html

Love this poem.

I wish this had included Directive, Nothing Gold Can Stay, Once by the Pacific, and Out, Out. But am glad to see Acquainted with the Night at least. I suppose The Death of the Hired Man was left out because it's too long for the format. But it would have been fun to include Forgive, O Lord, which is only two lines: "Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee/And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me."

This list doesn't include A Prayer for My Daughter??

Im not trying to be rude by why does he remind me of the npcs in Minecraft dungeons😮

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What a amazing poet... I thought I was unique in my delivery and the poetry that I create. But after hearing her, yeah, I'm crying tearing up the entire time. I realized that I am nothing but an amateur. In fact, I'm insignificant in my poetry hit shook me and made me realize I have a lot to grow and want to to learn it's her ability to be poetic create metaphors, but still be very directive with her language. To intertwine, multiple things is so fascinating and such talent. It's sad that she was troubled, so much. By her mental state, but along with that, I believe is what made her so amazing god how insignificant of a poet.I am hi, bow to you, sylvia, I bow

Sylvia's voice reminds me of Joan Crawfords strongly delivered voice. Obviously, two very different personalities, of two different generations, and two very different ways of coping with their serious problems. Tysm for posting this although the music 🎵🎶 detracts from this recording of this historical icon. Would you please 🥺 share a revised version of Sylvia reading her poetry 🎧 sans music? Ty. Let light perpetual shine upon Sylvia Plath and her son Nicholas. 🙏✝️🕯️💐✨🕊️✨🕊️ 🕯️💐✨

I read this at my dad’s funeral. Still gives me the saddest ache everytime I hear it.

It is hard enough to hear her but why is it muddied by some music score?

I've never really heard or read much of Emily Dickinson's poetry before now and its so wonderfuln! How sad she didn't live too long to hear it being read by the world, or get the credit she was due while alive. Rest in peace dear. 🙏🕊️🙏🇮🇪🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

This is so utterly wonderful! I cane to it late but, better kate than never. And a terrible beauty is born!🙏🕊️🙏🇮🇪🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

0:00 The Tuft of Flowers 2:15: The Pasture 2:45 Mowing 3:42 One More Brevity

What is this awful convention of playing background music? Why are you drowning the words rendering them useless? Why are you trying to set my mood? The poem should do that. My experience of it should be my own

Nothing gold can stay? 😢

God I love her so much

Oscar with an American accent does not work.

The music is excellent.

Read all these in high school but didnt appreciate them like i do now.

India's former Prime minister Jawaharlal Nehru was found quoting in his diary the last four lines of 'Stopping by Woods..' the night that précéded his death... 'The Woods are lovely... And milles to go before I sleep..'