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Arthur L Wood
Добавлен 4 мар 2020
I upload readings of the great works of poetry from the past, along with my original work. My aim is to breathe life into the our rich literary heritage, and to add to the tradition through my own writing. I hope you enjoy the channel. Please subscribe and share!
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www.patreon.com/arthurlwood
My books are available from my Ko-Fi shop.
ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop
Searching for Love by Arthur L Wood – Original Poem
A poem written a moment ago.
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I was searching for love,
In the place a wiseman said was the land of death;
Then I felt myself evolve
In the exhalation of my purest breath;
Now I’m moving on,
For the world could do with a touch of my mother’s son.
I went down to the crossroads,
I got down on my frail bended knee,
And I saw how the world,
Was exactly as it was supposed to be;
Now I’m heading south,
While a northern breath still whispers in my mouth.
I threw myself to devils,
I fought them off without a single blow,
For the lord of all the angels
Is dwelling in my immortal soul;
And I’m staying still
Dictating all the motions of my wi...
🙌 Patreon: www.patreon.com/ArthurLWood
📚 My Books: ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop
I was searching for love,
In the place a wiseman said was the land of death;
Then I felt myself evolve
In the exhalation of my purest breath;
Now I’m moving on,
For the world could do with a touch of my mother’s son.
I went down to the crossroads,
I got down on my frail bended knee,
And I saw how the world,
Was exactly as it was supposed to be;
Now I’m heading south,
While a northern breath still whispers in my mouth.
I threw myself to devils,
I fought them off without a single blow,
For the lord of all the angels
Is dwelling in my immortal soul;
And I’m staying still
Dictating all the motions of my wi...
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Every Passing Second by Arthur L Wood - Original Poem
Просмотров 24728 дней назад
🙌 Patreon: www.patreon.com/ArthurLWood 📚 My Books: ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop Alone again, aimlessly wandering the street, A memory of my dog accompanies my grief, A tune of eden chimes for me, but I am in still school, Not quite in, not even out, lonesome as a leaf Floating on a motorway where it does not belong. But I am going here, in my new walking boots, The cold air kisses me, as I greet ...
Sonnet 30 'When to the sessions of sweet silent thought' by William Shakespeare - Arthur L Wood
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Sonnet 30 by William Shakespeare, read here on Dartmoor in Devon in April 2023. I am a poet and actor, and I need your support to keep creating. On my Patreon page, you'll get exclusive weekly videos, behind-the-scenes updates, and insights into my writing and acting journey. By supporting my Patreon, you also help me maintain my RUclips channel, where my poetry reaches people all around the wo...
O Solitude by John Keats - Read by Arthur L Wood
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A sonnet by John Keats, read from Himmelpfort, Germany. I am a poet and actor, and I need your support to keep creating. On my Patreon page, you'll get exclusive weekly videos, behind-the-scenes updates, and insights into my writing and acting journey. By supporting my Patreon, you also help me maintain my RUclips channel, where my poetry reaches people all around the world. Your support allows...
Nature by Henry David Thoreau - Read by Arthur L Wood
Просмотров 2532 месяца назад
A beautiful poem by the 19th century American poet, Henry David Thoreau. Read for you from Himmelpfort, Germany. I am a poet and actor, and I need your support to keep creating. On my Patreon page, you'll get exclusive weekly videos, behind-the-scenes updates, and insights into my writing and acting journey. By supporting my Patreon, you also help me maintain my RUclips channel, where my poetry...
Prospero 'Our revels now are ended' from The Tempest by William Shakespeare - Arthur L Wood
Просмотров 2293 месяца назад
Here we have the famous lines spoken by Prospero to Ferdinand in The Tempest by William Shakespeare. I am a poet and actor, and I need your support to keep creating. On my Patreon page, you'll get exclusive weekly videos, behind-the-scenes updates, and insights into my writing and acting journey. By supporting my Patreon, you also help me maintain my RUclips channel, where my poetry reaches peo...
'Sallie' from Lysander by Arthur L Wood - Original Poem
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This is the poem 'Sallie' from my third collection, Lysander (2022). I am a poet and actor, and I need your support to keep creating. On my Patreon page, you'll get exclusive weekly videos, behind-the-scenes updates, and insights into my writing and acting journey. By supporting my Patreon, you also help me maintain my RUclips channel, where my poetry reaches people all around the world. Your s...
There Is a White Wind Where My Love Was by Arthur L Wood - Original Poem
Просмотров 2383 месяца назад
🙌 Patreon: www.patreon.com/ArthurLWood 📚 My Books: ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop There is a white wind where my love was, An echo in a cathedral, And the artist, and the nun; Only a silent frost appears, Only a heart in pieces And a handkerchief of tears, While crossing the Thames at daybreak Is a murderer on the run. There is a white wind where my love was, A monster in the river And a sermoning ...
À M.V.H. (from Alfred de Musset) by Arthur L Wood and Florian Diaz Pesantes - Original Poem
Просмотров 1594 месяца назад
🙌 Patreon: www.patreon.com/ArthurLWood 📚 My Books: ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop À M.V.H. (from Alfred de Musset) a translation by Arthur L Wood and Florian Diaz Pesantes One must in this world love every small thing, For to know in the end what lived in the mind: The bonbons, the ocean, the sparkling wind, The women, the horses, the roses of spring, One needs oft to trample the small budding flow...
Sonnet 29 'When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes' by William Shakespeare - Arthur L Wood
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🙌 Patreon: www.patreon.com/ArthurLWood 📚 My Books: ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope, With wha...
The Lucy Poems: 3 "I Travelled among Unknown Men" by William Wordsworth
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🙌 Patreon: www.patreon.com/ArthurLWood 📚 My Books: ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned he...
In Memoriam Parts 104 - 106 by Alfred Lord Tennyson - Read by Arthur L Wood
Просмотров 1254 месяца назад
🙌 Patreon: www.patreon.com/ArthurLWood 📚 My Books: ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop You can find the full text of In Memoriam here: rpo.library.utoronto.ca/content/memoriam-h-h-obiit-mdcccxxxiii-all-133-poems#poem88
The Lucy Poems: 2 "She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways" by William Wordsworth
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🙌 Patreon: www.patreon.com/ArthurLWood 📚 My Books: ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! -Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and...
In Memoriam Parts 100 - 103 by Alfred Lord Tennyson - Read by Arthur L Wood
Просмотров 1444 месяца назад
🙌 Patreon: www.patreon.com/ArthurLWood 📚 My Books: ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop You can find the full text of In Memoriam here: rpo.library.utoronto.ca/content/memoriam-h-h-obiit-mdcccxxxiii-all-133-poems#poem88
The Lucy Poems: 1 "Strange fits of passion have I known" by William Wordsworth
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🙌 Patreon: www.patreon.com/ArthurLWood 📚 My Books: ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop Strange fits of passion have I known, And I will dare to tell, But in the lover's ear alone, What once to me befel. When she I loved looked every day Fresh as a rose in June, I to her cottage bent my way, Beneath an evening moon. Upon the moon I fixed my eye, All over the wide lea; With quickening pace my horse drew n...
Oh Where Did England Go? by Arthur L Wood - Original Poem
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Oh Where Did England Go? by Arthur L Wood - Original Poem
'My Father’s Garden' from Lysander by Arthur L Wood
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'My Father’s Garden' from Lysander by Arthur L Wood
In Memoriam Parts 95 - 99 by Alfred Lord Tennyson - Read by Arthur L Wood
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In Memoriam Parts 95 - 99 by Alfred Lord Tennyson - Read by Arthur L Wood
In Memoriam Parts 89 - 94 by Alfred Lord Tennyson - Read by Arthur L Wood
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In Memoriam Parts 89 - 94 by Alfred Lord Tennyson - Read by Arthur L Wood
Henry Cook by Arthur L Wood - Original Poem
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Henry Cook by Arthur L Wood - Original Poem
In Memoriam Parts 84 - 88 by Alfred Lord Tennyson - Read by Arthur L Wood
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In Memoriam Parts 84 - 88 by Alfred Lord Tennyson - Read by Arthur L Wood
Whoso List to Hunt by Thomas Wyatt - Recital by Arthur L Wood
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Whoso List to Hunt by Thomas Wyatt - Recital by Arthur L Wood
Hamlet 'Tis now the very witching time of night' by William Shakespeare - Recital by Arthur L Wood
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Hamlet 'Tis now the very witching time of night' by William Shakespeare - Recital by Arthur L Wood
Iago 'Thus do I ever make my fool my purse' from Othello by William Shakespeare - Arthur L Wood
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Iago 'Thus do I ever make my fool my purse' from Othello by William Shakespeare - Arthur L Wood
Sonnet 1 'From fairest creatures we desire increase' by William Shakespeare - Arthur L Wood
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Sonnet 1 'From fairest creatures we desire increase' by William Shakespeare - Arthur L Wood
Jerusalem 'And did those feet in ancient time' by William Blake - Recital by Arthur L Wood
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Jerusalem 'And did those feet in ancient time' by William Blake - Recital by Arthur L Wood
Hamlet 'Now I am alone' from Hamlet by William Shakespeare - Recital by Arthur L Wood
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Hamlet 'Now I am alone' from Hamlet by William Shakespeare - Recital by Arthur L Wood
Shylock 'Signior Antonio..' from The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare - Arthur L Wood
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Shylock 'Signior Antonio..' from The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare - Arthur L Wood
Viola 'I left no ring with her' from Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare - Recital by Arthur L Wood
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Viola 'I left no ring with her' from Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare - Recital by Arthur L Wood
'Is this the Region' by John Milton from Paradise Lost - Recital by Arthur L Wood
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'Is this the Region' by John Milton from Paradise Lost - Recital by Arthur L Wood
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Thank you ❤😊
Loreena McKennitt put this poem to music and turned it into a beautiful song.
❤I love it❤
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a peak of romantic poetry
It's about someone who lost a loved one
Genius
Nice sound
A fantastic, beautiful poem.
Illuminating
This seems very profound but unfortunately I never understood the meaning😅
Lovely.
2:42
moving and wonderful. A whispered sense of Donne and Rimbaud? Very much enjoyed "like a bee upon a stem" and And I’m staying still Dictating all the motions of my will.
Oh this is just amazing and so beautiful. xx
Superb 😊
New poem, new look! I like either much
Amazing poem, mate! New book coming?
I was searching for love, In the place a wiseman said was the land of death; Then I felt myself evolve In the exhalation of my purest breath; Now I’m moving on, For the world could do with a touch of my mother’s son. I went down to the crossroads, I got down on my frail bended knee, And I saw how the world, Was exactly as it was supposed to be; Now I’m heading south, While a northern breath still whispers in my mouth. I threw myself to devils, I fought them off without a single blow, For the lord of all the angels Is dwelling in my immortal soul; And I’m staying still Dictating all the motions of my will. I am searching for no one, I am burning in the pits of the biggest fire, Colder than a maggot, And crueler than the wind of dark desire, Like a bee on a stem, On the heart of all time’s oblivion, I am living forever, As I find the way into my father’s home, Where I’ll weave a pale garment And dance my hair through a golden comb; I spy a boat on the sea, And another leaf falling from the dying tree.
Simply beyond
Excellent-and a translation I havent heard before. Great content.
Dear Arthur, which of Chatterton‘s poems you like best?
Terrific diction ... and that timbre of voice? Bra--vo. (I just heard Branagh recite this poem. Word lovers are you all.)
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Thanks
This impathic voice weves of to human
Truly remarkable
You would do a great Sleeper in the valley by AR. Request?
Tanks for your help😊
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so long is beautiful
Beautifully read.
I'm using this as practice for a monologue and I just wanted to let you know that your work is amazing
This is extraordinary! The lines, the recital, the video! Magnificent, dear Arthur
My favourite poem since childhood. Beautifully spoken, thank you.
That’s so intense!
Folks, try to read Bruno Tolentino (the greatest Brazilian poet ever who also wrote many poems in English, French, Italian and Spanish - he lived for 30 years in Europe, mostly UK as far as I know). Bruno was in the prison of Dartmoor (England I think) for nearly 02 years and he also wrote his "A Balada do Cárcere " inspired by this poem by Wilde and his befriending of a convict who also had strangled his lover... Many references to Wilde, as well as Shakespeare and Greek mythology. His book is just as equally glorious, believe me!
Oh My God, Arthur, it's even more powerful here full screen on my desktop...I feel every single word, piercing me for I care about my dear friend.
He is gifted. Who is he?
@@whiteknight3642 He is a dear friend who is a published poet, and also he is an actor. I highly recommend his writings.
@@PhileneAlvarado I truly am a big fan of his work. I can't believe ýou actually know him in real life
@@whiteknight3642 He is a gentle and a rare soul, ~ I value his writing as a gift to humanity ~ for such a time as this . . .
Alone again, aimlessly wandering the street, A memory of my dog accompanies my grief, A tune of eden chimes for me, but I am in still school, Not quite in, not even out, lonesome as a leaf Floating on a motorway where it does not belong. But I am going here, in my new walking boots, The cold air kisses me, as I greet the blessed day; I want to be a kinder man, with everyone involved, As I steer my absent will toward my favourite café, To drink a cup of coffee, to work out right and wrong. I smile with the sun, but I feel a taste of woe, For I go uninvited, and the friends I tried to make Are friendly with the others, while I remain alone, A leopard on a mountain path, a woodthrush by a lake, A troubadour without a single listener for his song. Beneath the tree I ceased, and I didn’t need to speak, I didn’t need to eat, and I didn’t need to think, And I didn’t need to be beloved; but there I was relieved, At the final resting place, where glory was my drink, And every passing second was so very long.
Beautiful with your picture and the music of a slow pace, along with the words, softly spoken.
This poem is so good. the way it's read is like my so dreamful youth reading Rambo. It's so much an internal paper boat than external. Rambo says it all in saison Enfer , "Nobody really loves anyone. Watch out." That's how my wave in 24 goes. How is your wave in 24? Feel! Lonely ears want to listen... at least one❤
amazing ! you say it soo beautifully and slowly you have a good voice
amazing ! you say it soo beautifully and slowly you have a good voice
Eloquent reading by Arthur L Wood of Auden's September 1,1939. Is history about to repeat itself , I wonder, as politicians, world leaders and religious authorities shout "The windiest militant trash." (Auden, September 1,1939.
Came from Loreena Mckennith song. Really beautiful
Thanks for this. This was a great reading.
Truly moving work
Incandescent genius
Bravo Bravo Bravo I love your rendition!!!! You did so well; it's astonishing, given all the distractions! Nevertheless, you stayed in character, start to finish!
Fabulous