I could listen to his voice in eternity and still get amazed at how perfect it is. Jeff,thank you for enriching this world with your hauntingly beautiful soul.
Jeff has got this heartbroken and haunting voice that seems to stick in your head. Whenever I hear him talk, I always get his voice stuck in my head and just won't leave. He's got the perfect voice for things like this...
The guy who read this amazing poem is Jeff Buckley,an outstanding musician who drowned in Memphis at the age of 30. Talk about being blessed! I suggest you to hear him sing. I know for sure,you WILL be blessed.
Wow I just rediscovered Jeff Buckley again after 18 years and Poe in addition and I am so blown away with the depth of his talent. His life was art and his voice was his instrument. The music he created molded itself around what he emoted whether it be sorrow, longing, or expressing love. This just took my appreciation for him to another dimension. I hope they include this in the movies currntly being filmed about him. This is transcendant.
I cant believe the daily postings on any Jeff Buckley related video. Its like the world is groaning for his reincarnation. Glad to see new fans discovering him daily. Live On Jeff!
it's just like a poem from an Ancient Greek Tragedy. I know the greatness of the feeling of the death in Greek drama. This poet is influenced from Greek Tragedy. Jeff Buckley is one of my favorite artists, and the poem is chilling. Thanks for the upload.
And Jeff Buckley’s story was like a Greek tragedy: he tried to escape his fate all his life (his father’s and grandfather’s early deaths), but he just couldn’t escape.
I can't think of a more appropriate poem for Jeff to read - complete with an lying, evil star tempting him to walk an old path that leads to an old tomb, and Psyche (butterfly to the greeks) begging him not to follow. Jeff didn't want to follow his father's fate, but he somehow did. His last NYC performance, he left the next day for Memphis ...
I love how Jeff says my name (Dian). I've always been a fan of Poe and Jeff Buckley. I remember 17 yrs ago when I had found out this poem was read by Jeff I was ecstatic and couldn't wait to get to the part where he says "Dian". He says it so beautifully.
I am a Poe scholar. This is the truly one of the most brilliant readings of Poe. I rank it alongside Vincent Price’s reading of Morella and James Earl Jones’s reading of The Raven.
This so hauntingly brilliant. A beautiful voice and energy meets a poetic energy that could easily be intertwined. Intertwined into song, story and poetry. This is for sure a moment of our own humanity sliced into a harboring vein.
i remember reading somewhere that allen ginsberg was at these recording sessions and helped jeff with diction...what i would give to have been a fly on a wall during that.
Allen Ginsberg worked with Jeff on his reading of this morbid text. The macabre part is that Ginsberg and Jeff died within a matter of weeks of each other soon afterward.
just look at the Poe... listing to this and looking at him... you can see his soul in this picture... it seems like the picture is getting closer to you... zooming into your soul..
I recently read 'Dream Brother', I hear now what David Browne pointed when he said that at the time of this recording, Jeff's voice sounded lower and hoarser than before because of the smoking habit he had taken since the Grace Tour. Still his voice remained gorgeous!
Thank you for reading this work by Poe that is not as well known as it should be. You are spreading his words with feeling & passion. May you be blessed.
Precisely! I love this reading. I am affected by both artists and having one read the other - especially given the tragic circumstances that befell both men though nearly 2 centuries apart (their demises were radically different though still tragic) - still bring me to tears.
Jeff added his special touch at the very end if I'm not mistaken... anyway its a poem full of rythm and magic, read by a beautiful voice in a magnificent way
This was certainly not Jeff's last recording, and it's incredibly annoying when people refer to him by his middle name which he went by as a kid in California like they knew him or whatever. Why would you do that? Double fail.
The CD is called "Closed on account of rabies" It also has Iggy pop reading the tell tale heart, Marianne Faithful reading Annabelle Lee, and Christopher Walken reading "The Raven" The last alone is worth the price of the CD. I think you can still buy it online.
I'm curious if anyone else noticed this because I can't find it anywhere this is what he meant. I know people have said Auber and Weir might refer to a composer and painter, respectively, but the definition of Auber is a tavern/inn (derived from "auberge") and the definition of Weir is a river or a trap in a river. A "dim lake of Auber" could represent a lot of alcohol and the "woodland of Weir" could be feeling trapped by the alcohol and lost in the addiction. Considering Poe was a known alcoholic due to his depression, the narrator could be drunk and had wandered to the grave of his love. Not to mention, "Auber" comes close to "auburn," a reddish-brown color often associated with brandy, Poe's drink of choice. One trait about drunk speech is repeating phrases after just saying them, but in a different manner, though they are rarely as poetic as this, of course. It could also align the part about the passage about the woman who "rolls with an ether of sighs" as ether was a common drug of choice for prostitutes at the time, which him passing a prostitute would align with her trying to help him from crying so much in his drunk state. Psyche (his soul, or conscious) would also align with this as Psyche did not trust the woman, which is the general impression given to prostitutes.
We can only imagine what this incredibly talented guy would've produced had he lived. This is beautiful. Kilbey ! Church ! Cover this immediately. You know it makes sense!
I've listened to this many times, and it never fails to move me. There are other good tracks on this album (Closed on Account of Rabies). I think the title refers to a rumor that Poe died of rabies.
I wish everybody talked like this with everything they're doing... Just picture "I would like a cheese burger... with extra pickles" yeah that would be awesome!
The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crispéd and sere- The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir- It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul- Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriac rivers that roll- As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole- That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole. Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere- Our memories were treacherous and sere- For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year- (Ah, night of all nights in the year!) We noted not the dim lake of Auber- (Though once we had journeyed down here)- We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn- As the star-dials hinted of morn- At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn- Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn. And I said-"She is warmer than Dian: She rolls through an ether of sighs- She revels in a region of sighs: She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion To point us the path to the skies- To the Lethean peace of the skies- Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes- Come up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes." But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Said-"Sadly this star I mistrust- Her pallor I strangely mistrust:- Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger! Oh, fly!-let us fly!-for we must." In terror she spoke, letting sink her Wings till they trailed in the dust- In agony sobbed, letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dust- Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust. I replied-"This is nothing but dreaming: Let us on by this tremulous light! Let us bathe in this crystalline light! Its Sybilic splendor is beaming With Hope and in Beauty to-night:- See!-it flickers up the sky through the night! Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming, And be sure it will lead us aright- We safely may trust to a gleaming That cannot but guide us aright, Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night." Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom- And conquered her scruples and gloom: And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb- By the door of a legended tomb; And I said-"What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?" She replied-"Ulalume-Ulalume- 'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!" Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crispèd and sere- As the leaves that were withering and sere, And I cried-"It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed-I journeyed down here- That I brought a dread burden down here- On this night of all nights in the year, Oh, what demon has tempted me here? Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber- This misty mid region of Weir- Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber- In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir." Said we, then-the two, then-"Ah, can it Have been that the woodlandish ghouls- The pitiful, the merciful ghouls- To bar up our way and to ban it From the secret that lies in these wolds- From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds- Had drawn up the spectre of a planet From the limbo of lunary souls- This sinfully scintillant planet From the Hell of the planetary souls?"
The best thing about thing about this reading is the enunciatian "crisped and sear" ect the rythm and just to hear buckleys voice. intresting note jeff was depressed around the time of this reading alllen ginsberg came to chear him up and taught him how to read the poem...no shit
Борис Гребенщиков был впечатлён 20 тысяч лье под водой, первая книга, которую он прочитал. Моя первая книга - Марсианские хроники. Вторая - 20 тысяч лье. Третья - 1-й том Эдгар Аллан По (советское удивительное издание). Улялюм, Береника, Морелла, эти имена и их истории испортили мою жизнь навсегда. Прошло 50 лет. Но, люблю Эдгар Аллан По
@Amar90 WOW ~ how BEAUTIFUL! How did your Intended respond to these poetic words & spiritual TRUTH? So few people understand what you've written, that I just couldn't help myself ~ I had to tell you that a few of us (here on this planet) actually do get it, & appreciate it very much! Everything you've written is amazing, but I especially love when you say, "fully seen & deeply known...for you are a sacred gift to me & I am a sacred gift to you..." I'm so happy to not be the only Romantic!
his voice is like haunting velvet, if that makes sense. Amazing rendition of this masterpiece. R.I.P Jeff and Poe.
I'm going to try do a reading of this ❤ you wrote this comment ten years ago, do you love Poe still?
I could listen to his voice in eternity and still get amazed at how perfect it is. Jeff,thank you for enriching this world with your hauntingly beautiful soul.
Jeff has got this heartbroken and haunting voice that seems to stick in your head. Whenever I hear him talk, I always get his voice stuck in my head and just won't leave. He's got the perfect voice for things like this...
I could listen to him read a phone book. what a beautiful speaking voice. and don't get me started on his ethereal singing voice.
GillianMcLain
He was (and is) incredible. Sexy times a trillion !
I could agree more!!! unforgettable voice
The guy who read this amazing poem is Jeff Buckley,an outstanding musician who drowned in Memphis at the age of 30. Talk about being blessed!
I suggest you to hear him sing. I know for sure,you WILL be blessed.
Still listening to this complete masterpiece bringing two legends together in 2023 #Buckley #Poe
can any man write like Poe? a masterpiece
Esirre Lansa can any man sing like Buckley?
Mi fave
Wow I just rediscovered Jeff Buckley again after 18 years and Poe in addition and I am so blown away with the depth of his talent. His life was art and his voice was his instrument. The music he created molded itself around what he emoted whether it be sorrow, longing, or expressing love. This just took my appreciation for him to another dimension. I hope they include this in the movies currntly being filmed about him. This is transcendant.
It is good to see one of Mr.Poe's masterpieces performed so appropriately. Excellent.
I cant believe the daily postings on any Jeff Buckley related video. Its like the world is groaning for his reincarnation. Glad to see new fans discovering him daily. Live On Jeff!
the most beautiful voice in the universe
it's just like a poem from an Ancient Greek Tragedy. I know the greatness of the feeling of the death in Greek drama. This poet is influenced from Greek Tragedy. Jeff Buckley is one of my favorite artists, and the poem is chilling. Thanks for the upload.
Poe’s prose, Buckley’s voice
And Jeff Buckley’s story was like a Greek tragedy: he tried to escape his fate all his life (his father’s and grandfather’s early deaths), but he just couldn’t escape.
I can't think of a more appropriate poem for Jeff to read - complete with an lying, evil star tempting him to walk an old path that leads to an old tomb, and Psyche (butterfly to the greeks) begging him not to follow. Jeff didn't want to follow his father's fate, but he somehow did. His last NYC performance, he left the next day for Memphis ...
This is the most beautiful poem I've ever heard and, what is more important, read. Great music and voice. Poe is a God of romanticism in my opinion.
Thank you for finding and uploading this poetry reading by Jeff Buckley. Much appreciated.
*sigh* That man not only had one of the most gorgeous singing voices ever, but also one of the most beautiful speaking voices as well
Poe would have surely been proud. Brilliant performance by Jeff Buckley.
Certainly.
jeffs voice suits this haunting poem very well.
I am touched, right in the heart, by this beautiful voice reciting such a beautiful poem.
Two of my favourite things combined!! I had no idea Jeff had recorded a reading of one of Poe's poems!!
It's beautiful.
I love how Jeff says my name (Dian). I've always been a fan of Poe and Jeff Buckley. I remember 17 yrs ago when I had found out this poem was read by Jeff I was ecstatic and couldn't wait to get to the part where he says "Dian". He says it so beautifully.
Jeff Buckley and Edgar Poe are the perfect concoction for a wednesday afternoon versification.
Poe's masterpiece. Wonderful reading.
this is so hauntingly beautiful
I've never heard such deperation spoken so beautifully, I've actually never heard anything spoken so beautifully
I am a Poe scholar. This is the truly one of the most brilliant readings of Poe. I rank it alongside Vincent Price’s reading of Morella and James Earl Jones’s reading of The Raven.
Jeff is tremendously talented, but he was also lucky enough to have Allen Ginsberg coach his diction and tone in order to perfect this piece.
Allen Ginsberg coached Buckley do this most excellent spoken word piece. Thank you for posting. Bone chilling.
It is amazing how words can send a shiver down your spine. This poem does just that. Jeffs voice realy does lend itself to this beautifully.
hauntingly unloadable
His voice is so beautiful! I love this..
Buckley does for Poe, what he did for Leonard Cohen
"days when my heart was volcanic..."
Jeff Buckley reading Poe is pure Heaven!!!
I LOVE both of them!!
Yes me too. His voice shows how passionate he was.
perfection...
Jeff could talk about anything and id listen
This so hauntingly brilliant. A beautiful voice and energy meets a poetic energy that could easily be intertwined. Intertwined into song, story and poetry. This is for sure a moment of our own humanity sliced into a harboring vein.
Beautiful. I love the sound of his voice.
i remember reading somewhere that allen ginsberg was at these recording sessions and helped jeff with diction...what i would give to have been a fly on a wall during that.
I love this one of my favorites!
thank you, i've always loved poe and to have buckley read...perfect.
Holy hell this is scary! He reads it beautifully.
oh its wonderful. his voice echos the pain and agony of poe so well
Allen Ginsberg worked with Jeff on his reading of this morbid text. The macabre part is that Ginsberg and Jeff died within a matter of weeks of each other soon afterward.
Hauntingly unloadable.
Jeff's last recording... :(
This man was awesome in everything he ever did!
Hauntingly Beautiful!
just look at the Poe... listing to this and looking at him... you can see his soul in this picture... it seems like the picture is getting closer to you... zooming into your soul..
I love the way Jeff pronounces words. I can picture his sexy lips and almost feel the vibration of his voice as I listen.
Yeah so true, nothing sexier than mourning the death of your beloved LOL
RIP Jeff....
I recently read 'Dream Brother', I hear now what David Browne pointed when he said that at the time of this recording, Jeff's voice sounded lower and hoarser than before because of the smoking habit he had taken since the Grace Tour. Still his voice remained gorgeous!
I read this last night....dude he was the first rapper I'm convinced he was the first beatnik poet...wow...I'm amazed.
Thank you for reading this work by Poe that is not as well known as it should be. You are spreading his words with feeling & passion. May you be blessed.
OH EDGAR ALLAN,WE LOVE FOREVER YOU,AND YOUR VISIONS
Precisely! I love this reading. I am affected by both artists and having one read the other - especially given the tragic circumstances that befell both men though nearly 2 centuries apart (their demises were radically different though still tragic) - still bring me to tears.
I literally just shivered. Freakishly wonderful. I'm putting this in my ipod and playing it in the dark.
the voice is everything
beloved jb
Jeff added his special touch at the very end if I'm not mistaken...
anyway its a poem full of rythm and magic, read by a beautiful voice in a magnificent way
This is my favorite Poe. great job!
I don't get the 16 dislikes, really, honestly.....This is oh so beautiful........
yes
Spine chilling!
Holy crap. It's Halloween and the first time I've heard this, and it's spine-chilling.
Amazing...! Magical...! so deep and beautiful...
wow. that was beautiful. soft and haunting, spine tingling too.
Beauty. Pure.
Wow Jeff Buckley reads poetry really well! What's all the more poignant is that he died shortly after reading Ulalume. Beautiful 5*s/faved.
His voice is haunting. This was his very last recording. RIP Scotty
This was certainly not Jeff's last recording, and it's incredibly annoying when people refer to him by his middle name which he went by as a kid in California like they knew him or whatever. Why would you do that? Double fail.
The CD is called "Closed on account of rabies" It also has Iggy pop reading the tell tale heart, Marianne Faithful reading Annabelle Lee, and Christopher Walken reading "The Raven" The last alone is worth the price of the CD. I think you can still buy it online.
Perfeito e genial!! Jeff e Poe.
Thank you forever..the artist number one in everysense...❤💎👣4-2-2017
It reminds me Morrison...
they sound different, but still it does.
Happy 206th birthday Edgar A Poe
Nice grasp on Poe. Up there with Allen Parsons.
This reading has haunted me since I first heard it on the two-disc cd set, CLOSED ON ACCOUNT OF RABIES. Wonderful!
i'm out of words. wow, great.
A beautiful reading
He was a perfect choice. I've always hated the "tortured artist" cliche but Buckley certainly sounds like he was, which is perfect for Poe.
BEAUTIFUL
this is beautiful
I'm curious if anyone else noticed this because I can't find it anywhere this is what he meant. I know people have said Auber and Weir might refer to a composer and painter, respectively, but the definition of Auber is a tavern/inn (derived from "auberge") and the definition of Weir is a river or a trap in a river. A "dim lake of Auber" could represent a lot of alcohol and the "woodland of Weir" could be feeling trapped by the alcohol and lost in the addiction. Considering Poe was a known alcoholic due to his depression, the narrator could be drunk and had wandered to the grave of his love. Not to mention, "Auber" comes close to "auburn," a reddish-brown color often associated with brandy, Poe's drink of choice. One trait about drunk speech is repeating phrases after just saying them, but in a different manner, though they are rarely as poetic as this, of course. It could also align the part about the passage about the woman who "rolls with an ether of sighs" as ether was a common drug of choice for prostitutes at the time, which him passing a prostitute would align with her trying to help him from crying so much in his drunk state. Psyche (his soul, or conscious) would also align with this as Psyche did not trust the woman, which is the general impression given to prostitutes.
We can only imagine what this incredibly talented guy would've produced had he lived. This is beautiful. Kilbey ! Church ! Cover this immediately. You know it makes sense!
two bad bitches united.
OMG. THIS MADE MY DAY! thank you!
hypnotizing...
Taste the sweetness of joy within ones' tears. Peace to you and yours. 🌎
jeff said it all
Awesome!
I've listened to this many times, and it never fails to move me. There are other good tracks on this album (Closed on Account of Rabies). I think the title refers to a rumor that Poe died of rabies.
I wish everybody talked like this with everything they're doing... Just picture "I would like a cheese burger... with extra pickles" yeah that would be awesome!
Puff Dragon just won the whole GD internet, LMAO
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crispéd and sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir-
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Here once, through an alley Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul-
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll-
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the ultimate climes of the pole-
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the boreal pole.
Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere-
Our memories were treacherous and sere-
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year-
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)
We noted not the dim lake of Auber-
(Though once we had journeyed down here)-
We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to morn-
As the star-dials hinted of morn-
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn-
Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.
And I said-"She is warmer than Dian:
She rolls through an ether of sighs-
She revels in a region of sighs:
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion
To point us the path to the skies-
To the Lethean peace of the skies-
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes-
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes."
But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said-"Sadly this star I mistrust-
Her pallor I strangely mistrust:-
Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly!-let us fly!-for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings till they trailed in the dust-
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust-
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.
I replied-"This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its Sybilic splendor is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty to-night:-
See!-it flickers up the sky through the night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright-
We safely may trust to a gleaming
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night."
Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom-
And conquered her scruples and gloom:
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tomb-
By the door of a legended tomb;
And I said-"What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?"
She replied-"Ulalume-Ulalume-
'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"
Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crispèd and sere-
As the leaves that were withering and sere,
And I cried-"It was surely October
On this very night of last year
That I journeyed-I journeyed down here-
That I brought a dread burden down here-
On this night of all nights in the year,
Oh, what demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber-
This misty mid region of Weir-
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber-
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."
Said we, then-the two, then-"Ah, can it
Have been that the woodlandish ghouls-
The pitiful, the merciful ghouls-
To bar up our way and to ban it
From the secret that lies in these wolds-
From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds-
Had drawn up the spectre of a planet
From the limbo of lunary souls-
This sinfully scintillant planet
From the Hell of the planetary souls?"
I have chills...
The best thing about thing about this reading is the enunciatian "crisped and sear" ect the rythm and just to hear buckleys voice. intresting note jeff was depressed around the time of this reading alllen ginsberg came to chear him up and taught him how to read the poem...no shit
Outstanding
Борис Гребенщиков был впечатлён 20 тысяч лье под водой, первая книга, которую он прочитал. Моя первая книга - Марсианские хроники. Вторая - 20 тысяч лье. Третья - 1-й том Эдгар Аллан По (советское удивительное издание). Улялюм, Береника, Морелла, эти имена и их истории испортили мою жизнь навсегда. Прошло 50 лет. Но, люблю Эдгар Аллан По
This is utterly amazing...
Hypnotic, chant.. deep.
@Amar90 WOW ~ how BEAUTIFUL! How did your Intended respond to these poetic words & spiritual TRUTH? So few people understand what you've written, that I just couldn't help myself ~ I had to tell you that a few of us (here on this planet) actually do get it, & appreciate it very much! Everything you've written is amazing, but I especially love when you say, "fully seen & deeply known...for you are a sacred gift to me & I am a sacred gift to you..." I'm so happy to not be the only Romantic!
Wonderful