Shailene Woodley reads Khalil Gibran
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- Shailene Woodley reads a poem on love from The Prophet by Khalil Gibran.
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Poem:
On Love (1923)
by Khalil Gibran
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"To know the pain of too much tenderness." So much to love in this poem, but that line really resonated with me. -John
I have never heard/read this before, and wow, I have heard it 3 times in a row. For me "for even as. Love crowns you so shall he crucify you"
also " to return home at eventide with gratitude" such a wonderful poem!
'and too bleed willingly and joyfully' these are the most exciting moments of all my relationships. the moments to share something that cant be unshared. together we can explore the worlds of these heavy thoughts of hers and mine. through sharing our pains there is an immediate satisfaction of joy, no matter how hard the truth or how big a journey that truth will lead us on. the act of bleeding allows us to see us more clear, while allowing me to be me and she be she.
That's the line that really stood out to me as well. The pain of too much tenderness is so real, but so hard to put into words for myself!
Wow.
"To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully."
“Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.” - Kahlil Gibran
This RUclips channel might be my new favourite, just a few minutes to think and learn and feel.
"When you love you should not say, 'God is in my heart,' but rather, 'I am in the heart of God.'" Wow, well my life has been turned on its head so radically....thank you.
1 John 4:16 'God is Love.' This is one of the main concepts of Christianity.
She reads so well! I love the emphasis and emotion she put into it
I definitely prefer the videos of people reading their favorite poems to the videos of people reading their own poems. I love seeing how poems affect people.
I think this is my favorite poem so far. "To bleed willingly and joyfully" is the stand-out line for me, it strikes so true. Also, Shailene has such a beautiful reading voice, I could listen to her read for hours.
AmeliaBell28 I legit was like “and now I want ‘to bleed joyfully’ to be tattooed on my body”
Gosh! Every single line of this poem is beautiful. But I liked this one the most:
"Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself."
I love her 😭
"to be wounded by your own understanding of love"
this hit hard :(
There’s a lot about the sentiment in this poem that I don’t exactly agree with, but “And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.” Is something that really hits home for me.
Also the way the poem goes from referring to love as “he” to “it” I find (for a regrettable lack of other words on my part) interesting.
Thankfully this video is here so I can explore this feeling further!!
Same. I don't agree with a lot on this poem either. My favourite from him would be "On Joy and Sorrow" and "On Giving".
I believe that it was projection that drove him to describe love as "he" initially. He began by thinking that he held the power and thus, was able to identify with love. Then, as he fell deeper and deeper in love with May Ziade, he grew to understand that Love influences us. Not the other way around. Hence why Love becomes "it", he is so full of, and surrounded by Love that he recognises it as the immense, genderless force it truly is. He acknowledges that while we are at the complete mercy of love, we are privileged to be in such a position.
@@_Fountain Thank you for this reply. I think a lot of what I'm really missing here is the larger context of the work, and how this particular piece fits into the whole of it. I really appreciate your take, and it has brought me back to look at this again with fresher eyes!
This made me consider why I love my favourite poem. It's a poem often referred to here in Australia, but it resonates with me.
It's 'My Country', and it tells of a feeling of place, of a belonging to a landscape. But it also talks about how people can love different things, and it's the love they have in common rather than the thing they love itself.
It has been a while since I read "The Prophet," and while this is a beautiful poem, it strikes me on this listening that there is also a violence to the argument that riles up the romantic in me to want to argue and respond. And yet, that is what good writing does: makes us want to respond. Thanks for sharing.
Nobody rises in love, we fall, and in the falling something of us must die
@@billmyers991 Where is that quote from?
@@firefly-fez can't remember, I just Hoover stuff and regurgitate it like everyone else
@no el the argument of the poem itself. I think of each piece of writing as having a built in argument/purpose.
My favorite actor reads to my favorite poet/writer 🥺🥺
Absolutely gorgeous poem and so beautifully read by Shailene ❤️
I was in a college library and had nothing to do, I was talking to the librarian and searching for something to read in a nearby shelf. Something unusual happened and I found this book. I already knew about the book so I gave it a read and went on reading for hours until I finished.
As i was listening to this beautiful poem, the only thing that kept running in my mind is how much khalil loved may ziyada yet they've never seen each other. Their impossible love story inspires me
I watched this video a second time, and in the second reading it felt far less cruel. It’s like I understood its own intentions more. It suddenly contextualized itself less as accepting acts of cruelty and more allowing rawness and vulnerability. A far better message than my first interpretation.
Thank you Shailene, pleasant listening for a change! ❤ Love❤
I've read this book and I will recommend everyone to read this book. It's LEGENDARY
I love Khalil Gibran I named my son after him greetings from Paris
We need more Khalil Gibran
Khalil Jibran was great philosopher and Literature writer I like him with depth of my heart.
Beautiful. My cousin gave me this book and I’m ready to crack it back open. What a gift.
I remember when I visited his home/museum in Bchare Lebanon. This man was definitely something
Everyone's openness in this channel makes it feel so genuine... I'm really loving it.
her voice..i'm crying..🌏🔥
it's so much better in arabic , alhamdulillah for being able to read the original version ❤
I never thought to even look for "The Prophet" read aloud on RUclips, this is sooo, it's hard to convey.
It was a very long time ago, but I was married, or at least in her tradition we were, to a fantastic woman, the only time I've had that mutual love-at-first-sight-thing with anyone, and maybe it was because we'd both suffered serious traumas at very young ages, her at 5, me at 11, and we somehow recognized the child's hearts in each other. I thought for a long time that that made me broken, that child's heart, but I've come to accept it as a true gift, that the world could actually probably use more of, who are immune to cynicism and bitterness. But that's a different thing.
We'd both often get night-terrors, and it seems often at the same time, maybe while asleep sensing the restlessness in each other, maybe life events...I'm still not sure. And as a disclaimer, this is just to give some context on how much I appreciate finding this Shailene, it isn't about putting anything on display or anything like that. This was her favourite book, and soon became mine as well, and we'd read it so very often, swapping chapter-to-chapter with each other, that it was only a year, maybe two, before we had it memorized, and it became like our special bed-time story to each other to lull each other back to sleep. Friends, family members, they've told me, especially through other relationships, a marriage that didn't work out, that I shouldn't cling so hard to the past. To that I've kind of stayed quiet in response, but in my heart I've just said, "Oh well, I feel what I feel, and I'll love who I love until it hurts too much to love them anymore, and only then will stop. Simple."
Her two favourite chapters to read to me were, "On Joy and Sorrow", and "On Pain", almost as if knowing I needed these ones etched hard into my heart. But "On Love" was far and away my favourite one to recite to her, especially when we'd learned the book cover-to-cover, in that darkness, in my arms, nothing has ever felt more complete or more perfect in my life, and I know for sure nothing ever will. Her demons, and I don't blame her anymore, though I was so angry, and so hurt, and left feeling so disposable for a very long time, which messed up other relationships of all kinds, feeling like any second of any day all I loved, people or things both, could just be gone at any second, and all my intellect, emotions, my best gut-checks, they would all fail me, and that I'd never see it coming... and the irrational anticipation of that caused me to push away harder the closer I got to anyone. Having the true love of your life commit suicide, even when your mind knows it had nothing to do with you, it really leaves these huge piles of ash in the wake of that...and it is almost contagious in a way, the emotional responses, for I left many people feeling exactly how I did...I'd do everything inside of my moral framework to try to force them to break things off with me, and some did, but the best of them refused to play that game, and in the end I'd just leave them with no explanation at all. But I'm finally changing that.
It took over two decades, but I'm finally dealing with all of it at long last. And I've been returning to the old things that I loved, and missed, old music, but especially just within the last two weeks, "The Prophet", and this is the first time I've heard a human voice reading it aloud since, to the exact date, November 1st, 1999. Thank you, this is quite a true gift. Thank you.
My loveliy actors ...
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I bought The Prophet yesterday and was reading it right before I opened RUclips and saw this video.
She's sooo beautiful!
Your voice is sublime
This felt so good just before going to bed
I think this has become one of my favourite channels on RUclips.
"Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself"
“love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course” ❤️
It’s read “J”ibran btw
Thank you. I was bothered by that
My Author and Favorite Poet Very beautiful this poem.
All I could think about was the early history of Christianity, and how it seems that the common Christian perception of love was cemented during a time when to be Christian meant to suffer, to be persecuted, tortured, maybe killed for your love for God. Seeing something like this, it kind of breaks my heart. Many people, far too many, are still persecuted for their religion. But there are so many more who aren't, and yet who still live with this idea that love is pain. I think that idea can be comforting to those who are suffering, but toxic to those who are free. Love doesn't have to be painful, and believing that it does can be dangerous.
RebelVampire666 Thank you, I couldn't quite put my finger on why this poem rubbed me the wrong way until I read this comment.
I was more thinking the references to wounding might be talking about how we accidentally hurt our loved ones, because we are different people and will sometimes misunderstand.
I find myself crying in the knowledge that it is inevitable that I will hurt my sweetheart, in little and big ways; did it with them, in fact. And because we shared that, it seems to have helped misunderstandings as they have cropped up - has helped to deflate any heat before the argument got anywhere serious.
We can't help but have misunderstandings, but we can help how we react to it
@@Alex-ki1yr That's a lovely thought, and I'm sure there are many beautiful poems about that idea, that we can accidentally hurt those we love and that we need to be careful about how we act around our loved ones. I just don't see that sentiment reflected in this poem, which, as I read it, really emphasizes this idea that love is - and should be - difficult and painful.
To be clear, I'm not trying to imply anything about the poet, or about people who like the poem, or who read it differently from how I read it. I just think that the poem reflects an unhealthy idea of what love should be, and I'm further speculating that that idea is shaped by (or, indeed, born from) the early history of the Christian religion.
i hear you. tho perhaps to have any pre-conceived notion of what love is may be toxic? the poem speaks to me of embracing all that arises, without exception. of becoming intimate with every aspect of our experience in this world of contrast. there is as deep a beauty in tears as laughter, and surrender in love leads us to it. "All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge, become a fragment of life's heart." x
Joshu That’s easily saying that anyone who suffers abuse from their lover should accept abuse willingly and graciously. That’s a problem.
I live this book so much. I have read it twice in Arabic.
Out of all the words pertaining love that i've read, I deem this one as a treasure that is worth sharing to anyone you love who loves reading.
i'm currently reading it. i love that i came across this. and i love Shailene.
Khalil was amazing. He wrote beautifully in both Arabic and English.
Whenever I read poetry out loud, I always try to have the same peace and tone that Shailene does here, it's so lovely!
This poem gave me a better meaning to my paralleled emotional philosophy. I need to reflection and more time with this poem. In short it spoke to me, thank you.
Wow, that was so, so incredible.
good job keep up the good work
”For love is sufficient unto love”.
"All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart."
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Love (if it finds you worthy) will direct your course xxxxxxxxxxx
Beautifully read.
I read this book once a year
Beautiful!!!
You should have Rachel McElroy on this show someday!
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Well if you guys have time plz read the Ghalib poet of the west Asia he has incredible poetry about love try to find translation in English ☺️
can't stop my self from imagining *Hazel Grace* reading it!
"To be wounded by your own understanding of love; and to bleed willingly and joyfully"
I also love the song by Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan with slight changes in the verses.
I'm in the heart of god with this poem
I love these videos so, so much.
I’m in love with this channel
Poetry reading.. so sweet ✌👍💟
Love! ❤
I love this channel
Her voice goes into heart 💓💓
This is my favorite one so far
This makes me want to make a channel like this where I read poems lol
so beautiful
So amazing. Favorite new channel. Thank you ours poética!
She has such a nice voice
Wow... Just... Wow... My mind is blown... Thank you.
جبران خليل جبران ❤
“A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.” --- it happened. It's me. Not what people would expect, but I was a very good writer before I found out. Still have my doubts, but the experience I had when I saw The Prophet cover for first time was undeniable for me. A voice spoke aloud in my head (only time this happened) and said "This is you. This is you." Not trying to gain a single thing by saying this.
i feel like i’m about to combust
Well read. I suggest everyone read "The Prophet" at leas once a year preferably at a special time for you.
I loooooove this book
I have said it countless times and I’ll say it again; Shailene Woodley should narrate all of the audio books. There is no voice more soothing than hers.
thanks!
BEAUTIFUL
The Greatest Gift
13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body [a]to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.
4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not [b]puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, [c]thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is [d]perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.
13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
One flew over my head.
Khalil is the best....... 'On Love' is my favorite.
she should read for audiobooks
One of the best books I have ever read( Rubina Haq) , treasure it with all my heart , it was always a dream to read it to people .
That was beautiful!
I wouldn't mind ,Hazel Grace .It would be a pleasure to have this book read by you
I am enraged -- not at this poem or your lovely reading. My friend had fallen for a guy, and he became toxic. Now she has to somehow turn all these feelings off. So goddamn brutal.
Update: she is well.
خليل جبران ❤️
I DO HOPE THAT LOVE FIND EVERYONE HEART TO NURTURE.
Lovely
Woah... okay John, you got me. I just might be interested in poetry.
Damn, this takes me back 25 years. I’d learned of The Prophet through a YA novel called The House of Tomorrow by Gary Crew, and every time my parents made me cross, I’d type out a copy of the verse on children and stick it to the fridge. F yeah teenage rebellion...
I identify so much. The part on children got me through some tough times.
I like your reading voice
Aku suka sekali dengan cara Shailene membaca puisi ini 💙 sungguh indah~
I LOVE YOU!!!
F#$k! I'm crying!
This love poem seemed, at least to me, to be a metaphor for the worship of God. The love it referred to appeared to be love to a diety, rather than romantic love to a partner. I could be wrong, but I think that makes a lot of sense.
(Also, I wonder if the "in the heart of God" like from tFiOS came from this poem?)
Yeah thats how I found it aswell. There seemed to be a lot of christian influence in this poem.
O great Khalil Gibran....
Shailene Woodley asmr voice sleep
Wow
I love Hank Green. New sub.
A QUESTION OF FLOWERS
I.
Generations, I cling to the image: bougainvilleas
breaking away. Slow descent into palms of
children unable to fly kites. Summer heat
and translucent visions. Where are the sparrows,
hope's usual metaphors? I love the sound
of "crushed petals". Children, stare at the residue,
at apparent lines. They are the trodden paths
of Coleridge and Villa. They are your footprints
foretold. Bloodied, ever flows. Wash your hands
with the scent of forest fires, remnants of undoing.
Play with me, in memory of generations past
who tilled whatever left by crows and bugs.
II.
Play, that I admonish you with the ways of
drunken poets. That we're in the company of yellow
bells, santan, dama de noche. They must be
parables of tainted selves. How immersed in rain
showering twigs and thorns! How embraced the role
of visitants! Our eyes yearning for extracts! For
petrichor has arrived: heaven meets earth, gloom
meets sensation. Dungeon of a home: is this
for collective dread for the withered, untamed?
III.
I missed all about innocence, excavations clanking
through the garden, crumpled grocery bags. Thud
and rasp and ephemera. As thunderstorms subside,
as the Devil's vigilance to the slaughter of joys.
You must be frightened by this inwardness. Children,
listen to a bedtime story unraveled in this rainy
day. Imagine a rocking chair silhouetted against
the fireplace, against souls thrust and battered.
Imagine a soliloquy in eternal thread. A tale in
stitches: measured to scare, woven to beguile,
torn again to last. The moment the sun grins with
his obstinate rays will I crush the remaining petals,
surviving shadows of Cirilo and Sylvia. Phantoms
might hoard from me, little souls might trick me
into hide and seek. The gods might punish with
oblivion's beauty. Here come menacing fingers
watched by fog and the creaking of chaos. The
question of flowers is one of endless love. Suffer.
Ooze with exclamations. To baptize the unborn.
[03 May 2020]