Sean Bean is a national treasure. He had clearly memorised this and his other performance "The Last Laugh", not just reading them like some of the other actors. His phrasing, pauses, tiny expressions - he clearly GETS the poem completely. Outstanding.
I went to the same school as Wilfred Owen. During your time there you were expected to make at least one pilgrimage to the World War One battlefields. I remember as a young lad of thirteen having trouble in comprehending the slaughter that took place. Now nearly seventy I cannot help but shed a year when I listen to the poetry, not only of Wilfred Owen, but also Siegfried Sassoon and Rupert Brooke. We will remember them.❤️❤️
I'm using this poem for poetry out loud, and this video is amazing, it conveyed the meaning of the poem while painting a picture of the horrors of the war.
This here bust of Bean speaking, With honor for the fallen peaking, Seems noble and ably undivided. Leaving no sound of Owen elided. (Ned Stark definitely does NOT lose his head here.)
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? - Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,- The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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Sean Bean is a national treasure. He had clearly memorised this and his other performance "The Last Laugh", not just reading them like some of the other actors. His phrasing, pauses, tiny expressions - he clearly GETS the poem completely. Outstanding.
I went to the same school as Wilfred Owen. During your time there you were expected to make at least one pilgrimage to the World War One battlefields. I remember as a young lad of thirteen having trouble in comprehending the slaughter that took place. Now nearly seventy I cannot help but shed a year when I listen to the poetry, not only of Wilfred Owen, but also Siegfried Sassoon and Rupert Brooke. We will remember them.❤️❤️
I enjoy Sean Bean's poetry reading. It makes it hard to listen to anyone else since he is so good
these poems are very powerful but even more so when read with the sensitivity of Sean Bean
I love Sean Beans Voice..
This poem is one of my personal favourites written by Wilfred Owen.
I'm using this poem for poetry out loud, and this video is amazing, it conveyed the meaning of the poem while painting a picture of the horrors of the war.
Wow. If that doesn't put a lump in your throat you'd best check your pulse.
Lest We Forget.
You know whats really sad Wilfred Owen died a week before the first world war ended
cptlazerbeams its even worse that his family didnt know until the day after peace was declared
The rest of it was Owen's mother got notified of his death as the church bells rang the end of the war.
Someone dislike this? No soul, that one
This here bust of Bean speaking,
With honor for the fallen peaking,
Seems noble and ably undivided.
Leaving no sound of Owen elided.
(Ned Stark definitely does NOT lose his head here.)
Love these poems
This is one of my favorites
Thank you Col. Sharpe.
Incredibly good. Out of the heart of England.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
- Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,-
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Best set of words ever put to paper
Read #Ecclesiastes.
'and bugles calling for them from the sad shires'.... what a powerful line
Seriously I could listen to him talk forever...
Sean bean rocks
And bugles calling for them...... from sad shires.....
WOW. Incredible.
So good
A real difference between classically trained actors and the Hollywood rubbish.
Richard Sharpe
brother martin has ptsd