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DIFFERENT EYES Lili The rat infested holes in which we Derros dwell Fighting for our daily bread with us as much as them For others looking at our lives perceived as living Hell If we can find an alley, with a corner safe and dry Then we are Kings for just a night and we don’t question why We’re creatures of the shadows from which existence stems. - The city is a cruel Lord and all we have is time There’ll be no hand to lift us up, no help to find a bed We waste our time wandering, with others of our kind Talking dreams, opportunity, reality and crime And those among us jackals, put their brothers on the spike Promise bliss for just a time, escape from life, sublime. - It’s all our fault we are told, by people who don’t know Just get a job and buy a house but none will ever employ A black who can’t afford to eat, a white who’s tired and slow For this is what the streets give us and Winter is the worst The frozen parks, incessant rain, back in our holes we go We try the subway, bus stations; move on, the middle class comes first. - Charity comes with a hook, the drone of pray to God We’ll give a little, not a lot, endeavour to change your life To one of fierce obedience to Jesus in the sky And if you let us take control for one small meal a day You’ll struggle on and on through life and then one day you’ll die A mansion awaits you in the clouds, if you pray and pray and pray. - But Spring brings hope, all Nature’s good, to creatures all awake Nature provides enough to eat, a nest a tree a cave But man must find their own abode and man exploits the poor So back into the tents on streets us Derros slink once more And every day it seems there’s more, one paycheck from the street This lucky country prosperous once, now greed’s a festering sore.

FOREVER LOST - Lili I sat upon a lonely beach, watched the gulls and crabs devour The remains of one large man, no clothes, no eyes, one hand As I enjoyed the morning sun, the waves had washed him clean I lazed there for a little while and then began to dream And wondered of his story, his sad demise upon the sand. - I slowly woke when day had cooled and found I wasn’t alone A Spectre sat at my right side and smiled at my surprise I was a wanderer he said, a Tramp, a Sailor wild And I pray the sea will take me and scatter all my bones I’ll tell the story of my murder, no profit now in lies For I was just a Gypsy, stolen from my tribe as child. - Sunken deep within the mire of crime, four lads with time to kill And kill we did whenever, we found the chance of coin The guilty and the innocent, none spared or conscience felt The hand of Satan on my shoulder, the tempest in my loins But treachery’s around us all and treachery was dealt When I stole within the clan, a wench I didn’t own.- I lost my eyes, I lost my hand, I’m destined now to roam The lonely shore for evermore, no life, no friends, no hand He wandered back to where his form lay rotting on the sand Sometimes I hear a wailing, from that Spectre in the foam He cannot see, he can’t be free, his anger, hate demand The death of any stranger who happens by his home. - The beach looks so inviting for swimmers to its shore Currents deep and fast, take the unwary to the deep Every Summer takes its toll, the Spectre calls for more The warning signs upon the sand, only tempt the brave Dragged out to sea among the fish, reward eternal sleep There’ll be no sleep for the vagabond, the sand his lonely grave.

Rather sad.

This poem does not need the irrelevance of the background music

Beautiful poem and more beautiful to hear it read.

A Majestic Job 👍👍👍

One of Yeats' poems most arresting poems has to be 'Aedh -He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven' - beautifully touching on the realm of unfulfilled desire and the impact that love can have on our fragile hearts. Simon Paxton has recorded it here: th-cam.com/video/vGioFVgtvGU/w-d-xo.html

Exquisite recital in a voice of pure magic🙏🏻

I have always found this poem positive. The speaker is telling her the impact she has made and the infinity of love.

Cooperpussy is my only love. Tell me: Why haven’t you married me yet? I’m still waiting for you. More the fool, I.

💜💜💜💜 That's so very sad, and true.

...everything is amazing😮

I personify myself as the subject of this poem.

Aedh wishes for Cloths of heaven by W.B.Yeats th-cam.com/video/YSrvAHe3Sqk/w-d-xo.html

Is this in a film?!

When you are old and gray and full of sleep And nodding by the fire,take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once And of their shadows deep How many loved your moments of glad grace And love your beauty with love false or true But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you And loved the sorrows of your changing face And bending down beside the glowing bar's Murmur,a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead. And hid his face amid a crowd stars.

Callampanil

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Incredible reading of an incredible poem… thank you Colin!

Here is old Des Brittain reading the same poem.... th-cam.com/video/OMe2ze4LS_w/w-d-xo.html

I feel a clutch at my throat and my eyes fill with tears.

Wow😢

I always think of you reading this poem Soph. I'm very sorry. I just couldn't accept you were gone all this time right up to now, so I acted like a child, looking for attention, cos I loved you , I always will love you, even you dont believe it, its sad but ok, I need to grow up and accept you are gone.

جميلة

So beautiful ❤️ I dedicate this to my Mum, Rosaleen Maria Horton and my Dad, Leonard James Horton. Two very special people, who are no longer on this earth but who made my world, a much happier place for knowing and being of them ❤️🌹🌻☀️🌟

His *deep voice* and the *deep meanings* in poem is just *wow*

IMPORTANT NOTES th-cam.com/video/M7Nylxl0vBc/w-d-xo.html

This poem is in the English language book in Iraq in high school🤍

You are the most beautiful woman, the most beautiful, heart, mind and soul. I wish you peace and love always ⚡️you are missed, wish you a full night sky of stars , peace in your storm ✨Starrynight

my lovely book ♥♥♥♥ منووو صف رابع ااعداادي

This was written about two young people. The idea is to get people to imagine life when they are old. Or the rejection of love. It is a powerful piece of work.

Classic

❤️

This should be posted on every filter n Tik Tok...lol

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

Do check out my reading of this sublime poem too!

The first poem I learned by heart- I was 18. Gotta love Yeats (especially when I can understand him). This one and Easter 1916 especially.

منو رابع إعدادي وعنده امتحان بهاي القصيده وكاعد يخفظ الإمتحان شهري ☹☹☹💔😭😭

Yeats after Maud was gonne

当你老了。

I can't say I like this poem because it sounds like it is written by someone who hasn't gone through the process of life to appreciate old age. It expresses old age as something to be sorrowful about.

Like yeats, she too loved a pretty face - she scorned his beautiful mind and married a handsome soldier - the way of all flesh alas

I really like this piece by Yeats. Even tried to read it myself... )) th-cam.com/video/LCOsjj7KGWM/w-d-xo.html

Beautifully recited

My favorite poem of all time! It gives me goosebumps!

This poem always brings tears to my eyes

I have to recite this today in my 5th period 🙃

Terrible reading....to many false pauses where none are needed....no flow. Great great poem.....poorly interpreted

I know this poem is about a woman, but I always think of my father when I read it. We haven't spoken in years and these words really seem to fit. He was the greatest source of inspiration for me to achieve in life but ultimately he broke my heart. One day I hope to stope hiding amid stars.

someone knows this background sound?