0:01:45 "The Mower" by Philip Larkin 0:03:10 "I Am!" by John Clare 0:05:15 "Strawberries" by Edwin Morgan 0:06:54 "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver 0:08:34 "And the days are not full enough" by Ezra Pound 0:09:44 "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley 0:11:09 "Clenched Soul" by Pablo Neruda 0:12:49 "Words, Wide Night" by Carol Ann Duffy 0:14:14 "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost 0:15:49 "Diving into the Wreck" by Adrienne Rich 0:20:04 "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot 0:29:30 "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night" by Dylan Thomas
Thank you. It's funny when I'm listening to this video and stop at your comment, then I hear tunes of a music instrument, I think to myself "oh wow.. this video plus background music is so lovely.." then I try hard to listen again carefully, wondering what kind of music instrument is this.. take off one of my earphones.. then ta raaa.. my daughter is practising flute in her bedroom, somehow I still can hear the melody from the flute.. But I swear, the flute does suit the poem called "Strawberries".. Forgive my English if it's not that good to illustrate the situation. And thanks again! :)
I purposely search for Tom reading either poetry or reading literature....his voice is like music to a hungry ear and to a hungry heart. #tomhiddleston
He has a true gift for storytelling and poetry. His acting as well! Whenever I find myself anxious I listen to him read poetry until I'm calm enough to go about my day. My favorite is the Love Letter called "All this I did Without You." It's funny, delightful and deep to truth.
They are about to launch the audio edition of the Letters: www.thebookseller.com/news/canongate-launch-audio-editions-letters-note-1193872 canongate.co.uk/
I can also relate to that very best! It unwired the messed up bundle in my thoughts. It freshen up a new point of view in my world. It gave me the courage to walk forward in each day of my life! Yes. "All I did, I did it without you!" It's just as easy as it is to say! Tom's pretty voice was made for reading it!
If you start at 13:13, you're in your Edwardian manor reading a love letter from him in your translucent nightgown as you brush your hair while the rain pours down outside and you sigh with deep longing because you know he will not return from London for at least a fortnight yet and it fills you with wistful melacholy.
"For I am in love with you." Am I going to cry? Yes. Are they happy tears? Yes. Hearing those words from the person who made you keep living (in my case, Tom) is so nice and relaxing.
I was about to suffer an anxiety attack this morning, then remember about this reading and play it on, cry a bit relax and then feeling safe and in home ❤
I'm listening this while studying for my English final and two of these sonnets are ones we have to write about and memorize. Listening to him read it is very helpful memorization technic.
Poetry expresses so much in what humans feel and experience. It’s amazing how no matter when the poem was written, our souls can feel and relate to what the soul is saying in joy or strife. I loved these poems and the calmness of his voice.
This is GOLD. The music and Tom's voice transported me to another world, the world of each of the poems. I cried for some, and sighed with deep satisfaction in others. Thank you for reminding me of how great poems are. They are, in essence, and antidote to a nihilistic existence.
I just found this recording and I think that during last two hours I've listened to "Diving Into The Wreck" about 15 times. His voice and the way that he's reading this poem is taking me on a journey- vast, colorful, meaningful and sophistocated. It's like one of those conversations that leave you pleasantly full inside. I love it. Thank you 💗
1:45 The Mower BY PHILIP LARKIN The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time. 3:10 I Am! BY JOHN CLARE I am-yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes- They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live-like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange-nay, rather, stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below-above the vaulted sky. 5:10 Strawberries by edwan morgan There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon sitting on the step of the open french window facing each other your knees held in mine the blue plates in our laps the strawberries glistening in the hot sunlight we dipped them in sugar looking at each other not hurrying the feast for one to come the empty plates laid on the stone together with the two forks crossed and I bent towards you sweet in that air in my arms abandoned like a child from your eager mouth the taste of strawberries in my memory lean back again let me love you let the sun beat on our forgetfulness one hour of all the heat intense and summer lightning on the Kilpatrick hills let the storm wash the plates 6:54 Wild Gesee Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rainare moving across the landscapes,over the prairies and the deep trees,the mountains and the rivers.Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,the world offers itself to your imagination,calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -over and over announcing your placein the family of things. 8:34 'And the days are not full enough' by ezra pounds And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass. 9:44 invictus by william Ernest Henly Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. - In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul. 11:09 Clenched soul by Pablo Neruda We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand. I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come to me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away? The book fell that always closed at twilight and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet. Always, always you recede through the evenings toward the twilight erasing statues. 12:49 words, wide nights by carol ann duffy Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon. This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad? In one of the tenses I singi an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear. La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross to reach you. For I am in love with you and this is what it is like or what it is like in words. 14:14 The road no taken by robert frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
for english clas last year, we did our own performance of "invictus". and i was really drawn to the courage the words had held. i am not the most confident person but when i recited that poem i felt so powerful. hearing tom say it makes me feel like tearing up. and i love poetry. i read and i write poetry. so i cherish this. thank you.
"Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
Beautiful readings, sound effects and musical selections! Love your Voice! My Favorite, “The Road Not Taken”. All are so wonderfully presented.Thank you for sharing your talents. Peace and Blessings! USA New Jersey
... The moderate soothing tone's of his voice are balsam for my disquietened mind... I enjoyed all the poems, but only two really leave their mark on me today, the first and the last. I will remember the Igel, it's left such a plastic picture in my mind... to be kind... And l will not go quietly into the night, l will rage against the growing darkness around us... souls lost to the light...our world today! 🙏🇬🇧🇩🇪
For the dove in the call Gently beckons thee And therefore withstands All that we are When we mighty and frail Fall and are unable Still surrounded by love Cry the tears unseen Feel the pain dimmed Embrace the children born Greet the deer so gentle Guiding us to the realm of peace
I think Emerson was expressing reminiscing on life, nostalgic reflection and just that life works out how it works out. Not really pride or regret. But that's just my interpretation, that's the beauty of poetry!! Take it for what you need
Thank you so much for this magical bliss. Thank you for letting me flood into an aura of neverending happiness and pleasure. I love this man so much. There's just so much life in every aspect of his. 😌
I like Robert Frost and Wilfred Owen. The poem “Dule Que Et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen is one of my favorites. My favorite all time favorite though has got to be Digging by Seamus Heaney. 😄
I Am! BY JOHN CLARE I am-yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes- They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live-like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange-nay, rather, stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below-above the vaulted sky.
Love his voice and love the man. He has a good, loving . and warm heart, and you can feel his humanity. What an amazingly talented man with a whole-hearted performance every single time in all he does. A joyful soul full of life and love. ❤
His voice kinda sounds like that happy sigh after laughing
Beautifully put, it sounds exactly like that
What a beautiful simile
That is such a lovely thought!
😮 it's true
IT DOES-
I have been reading poems...FOR 30 MINUTES!
Best comment 😅😅😅😅
Hahhahahahhah
and i have been falling even deeper for him...
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0:01:45 "The Mower" by Philip Larkin 0:03:10 "I Am!" by John Clare 0:05:15 "Strawberries" by Edwin Morgan
0:06:54 "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver 0:08:34 "And the days are not full enough" by Ezra Pound
0:09:44 "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley
0:11:09 "Clenched Soul" by Pablo Neruda
0:12:49 "Words, Wide Night" by Carol Ann Duffy
0:14:14 "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost
0:15:49 "Diving into the Wreck" by Adrienne Rich
0:20:04 "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot
0:29:30 "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night" by Dylan Thomas
Thank you. It's funny when I'm listening to this video and stop at your comment, then I hear tunes of a music instrument, I think to myself "oh wow.. this video plus background music is so lovely.." then I try hard to listen again carefully, wondering what kind of music instrument is this.. take off one of my earphones.. then ta raaa.. my daughter is practising flute in her bedroom, somehow I still can hear the melody from the flute.. But I swear, the flute does suit the poem called "Strawberries".. Forgive my English if it's not that good to illustrate the situation. And thanks again! :)
Thanks
I have been falling... for tHIRTY MINUTES!!
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I understood that reference
Tom Hiddlestone’s voice is autumn rustling leaves, a crisp winter wind, warm spring, glistening sunrays… he is nature❣️
Man! You sure are trying to be Ezra Pound here, or what?
It's sweet though.
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@@trinhcongdieuhuongtran4545 John Keats was more romantic 🫠
I purposely search for Tom reading either poetry or reading literature....his voice is like music to a hungry ear and to a hungry heart. #tomhiddleston
Listening to Tom Hiddleston read poetry while I wash dishes and scrub the stove makes cleaning the kitchen a joy.
He has a true gift for storytelling and poetry. His acting as well! Whenever I find myself anxious I listen to him read poetry until I'm calm enough to go about my day. My favorite is the Love Letter called "All this I did Without You." It's funny, delightful and deep to truth.
They are about to launch the audio edition of the Letters: www.thebookseller.com/news/canongate-launch-audio-editions-letters-note-1193872
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@@p-isforpoetry thanks!
I can also relate to that very best!
It unwired the messed up bundle in my thoughts. It freshen up a new point of view in my world. It gave me the courage to walk forward in each day of my life!
Yes. "All I did, I did it without you!"
It's just as easy as it is
to say!
Tom's pretty voice was
made for reading it!
If you start at 13:13, you're in your Edwardian manor reading a love letter from him in your translucent nightgown as you brush your hair while the rain pours down outside and you sigh with deep longing because you know he will not return from London for at least a fortnight yet and it fills you with wistful melacholy.
An just like that we have another Jane Austen movie
Tom: “Let me love you”…. I almost die every time 🤪🤪🤪
Tom: "Let me love you.
Me: OKAY
His reading of Strawberries is.....just wow.
06:33 « let me love you »
MAN I’M ALREADY IN LOVE
Eu também!❤😍
Do you have any idea what's the background music that played when he read that?
Let's be real... the character of Loki speaks as if he's reading poetry. Even if he's threatening you, he sounds proper and beautiful. lol
"For I am in love with you." Am I going to cry? Yes. Are they happy tears? Yes. Hearing those words from the person who made you keep living (in my case, Tom) is so nice and relaxing.
listening to my man's heavenly voice before sleep
What a beautiful voice
His voice is incredible.
Checkout Brawny King Fitness, even he has deep bass voice.
I was about to suffer an anxiety attack this morning, then remember about this reading and play it on, cry a bit relax and then feeling safe and in home ❤
I'm listening this while studying for my English final and two of these sonnets are ones we have to write about and memorize. Listening to him read it is very helpful memorization technic.
I learnt at least 3 poems this way, listening to a pleasant recording works much better for me than just reading it.
Your voice is poetry, Tom Hiddleston. 💙💙
I love everything about Tom Hiddleston, especially his voice 😍😍
Tom Hiddleston has one of the best voices on earth. Checkout Brawny King Fitness, his voice is deep, bass and soothing.
Exactly
Poetry expresses so much in what humans feel and experience. It’s amazing how no matter when the poem was written, our souls can feel and relate to what the soul is saying in joy or strife. I loved these poems and the calmness of his voice.
After a long stressful work day…listening to his voice on my drive home….is medicine for a weary soul!!
This man's voice calms my mind. I would listen to him all day every day
I love to listen to all Tom Poetry reading, his deep voice is so calming. I listen it over over and again. ♥️♥️♥️♥️
9:45 they play the Song Of Storms in the background. That‘s amazing :D
This is GOLD. The music and Tom's voice transported me to another world, the world of each of the poems. I cried for some, and sighed with deep satisfaction in others. Thank you for reminding me of how great poems are. They are, in essence, and antidote to a nihilistic existence.
I love that he is the total package. A truly nice person, an extremely talented actor, and enjoys Shakespear and poetry. This touches me deeply.
thanks to you tom. last night i was sleep well. i love you.
with ladybug레이디버그랑 Mmmmmmmmm indeed. I just wish it was 42 hours
I finally found something to help with my insomnia,,
Thank you for this lovely gift.
That's how I got here. Doc recommended mindfulness and relaxation. So I went searching for Tom. =3
Beautiful, deep, soothing , I love his voice and of course him
His voice 😍, it soothes me, it is heaven. On my bad days i listen to him. His voice is my comfort.
that strawberries poem GOT ME PREGNANT AF
I just had to put it out there... This video went to my ASMR playlist
I could hear him for hours, that voice! ❤️
His voice is my happy place.
Thank you Tom Huddleston for sharing your talents. You bring joy to the world with the beauty of your work.
Just a nice friendly correction, its Tom Hiddleston
Strawberries 🍓
Words, Wide Night ✨
Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night 🌙
😌👌🏽
The most attractive voice I’ve ever heard ❤️
thank you Tom, what a pleasure this was, till the very end, the dying of the light
NOT ME CRYING OVER HIS VOICE'S VIBRATION
I feel so peaceful when I'm listening to his voice 😊
,"I am master of my fate & captain of my soul ." I have heard that quotation for years but never knew where it came from.
I promised mom I won't do drugs but here I am
His voice is so charming and soothing as though meant to be a story teller or reader 💗
Can listen to him endlessly....
I can't focus on the words all i can think of is the soft rumble his voice makes when he speaks
ugh same ✋🏼😩🥺
The Brits! ❤️
Listening to his voice is like flying through the clouds, above the see ... calmness 💙
I just found this recording and I think that during last two hours I've listened to "Diving Into The Wreck" about 15 times. His voice and the way that he's reading this poem is taking me on a journey- vast, colorful, meaningful and sophistocated. It's like one of those conversations that leave you pleasantly full inside. I love it. Thank you 💗
I put this on to calm my cat, he immediately laid down in front of my phone to watch it. His voice is so beautiful.
1:45 The Mower
BY PHILIP LARKIN
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:
Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.
3:10 I Am!
BY JOHN CLARE
I am-yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes-
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live-like vapours tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange-nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below-above the vaulted sky.
5:10 Strawberries by edwan morgan
There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates
laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you
let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills
let the storm wash the plates
6:54 Wild Gesee Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rainare moving across the landscapes,over the prairies and the deep trees,the mountains and the rivers.Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,the world offers itself to your imagination,calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -over and over announcing your placein the family of things.
8:34 'And the days are not full enough' by ezra pounds
And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass.
9:44 invictus by william Ernest Henly
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul. -
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed. -
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
11:09 Clenched soul by Pablo Neruda
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
I remember you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come to me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
12:49 words, wide nights by carol ann duffy
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singi
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you
and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
14:14 The road no taken by robert frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
the way that the song of storms started playing at 10:10 ♡
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How this man can be so perfect in such therapeutically soothing way, is beyond me.
Something perfect to listen to. His voice and intonation just takes you places from this poems. Just perfect.
Fell asleep to this after the first poem 🤍🥰
for english clas last year, we did our own performance of "invictus". and i was really drawn to the courage the words had held. i am not the most confident person but when i recited that poem i felt so powerful. hearing tom say it makes me feel like tearing up.
and i love poetry. i read and i write poetry. so i cherish this. thank you.
His voice is....*chef kiss*
I'm taking a power nap to this 🖤
Words, wide night and wild geese resonate so much. 💗
His voice is.......so powerful........I love I love it......how he recites the poetry......feels like I'm in another world
He has a very soothing, romantic voice🥰
"Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
this is so beautifully read. who knew that tom hiddleston would open me up to poetry ♡ what a beautiful collection of work
Oh love... 💚 Unbelievable Tom, breathtaking recital, unequalled , unexcelled!!! You left me breathless
this man is amazing, i love him so much, he's my emotional support rn
Thank you so much for your voices and spent your precious time.
Beautifully expressive words from the selected poems and beautifully selected. Read exquisitely.
So many of those poems are familiar but thanks to Tom's lovely voice changes them, making them truly monumental.
Thank you very much for uploading this little treasure of beauty and wisdom
Beautiful readings, sound effects and musical selections! Love your Voice! My Favorite, “The Road Not Taken”. All are so wonderfully presented.Thank you for sharing your talents. Peace and Blessings! USA New Jersey
Wonderful poems.Wonderful reading. Thank you.
Great voice, great background music
Sobbing through Wild Geese while the rain falls outside, birds cry, the air filled with the scent of gum trees.
That one is my favorite too
... The moderate soothing tone's of his voice are balsam for my disquietened mind...
I enjoyed all the poems, but only two really leave their mark on me today, the first and the last. I will remember the Igel, it's left such a plastic picture in my mind... to be kind... And l will not go quietly into the night, l will rage against the growing darkness around us... souls lost to the light...our world today! 🙏🇬🇧🇩🇪
found Tom Hiddleston in the ximalaya FM! thanks !
For the dove in the call
Gently beckons thee
And therefore withstands
All that we are
When we mighty and frail
Fall and are unable
Still surrounded by love
Cry the tears unseen
Feel the pain dimmed
Embrace the children born
Greet the deer so gentle
Guiding us to the realm of peace
I can't choose just one they all are masterpiece thanks for this and his voice does total justice with the poems❤
I think Emerson was expressing reminiscing on life, nostalgic reflection and just that life works out how it works out. Not really pride or regret. But that's just my interpretation, that's the beauty of poetry!! Take it for what you need
Food for the soul. 🙏
I felt the night so empty, and then found your collection of poems read so exquisitely.
Subscribed. Thank you.
I don’t know why but he always manages to calm me down after a shitty day. And that’s why I love him
Thank you for this wonderful poems. It is beautiful and I sense every word you read ❤
Thank you so much for this magical bliss. Thank you for letting me flood into an aura of neverending happiness and pleasure. I love this man so much. There's just so much life in every aspect of his. 😌
i prefer when he read 'May i Feel by eeCummings--" its a real lullaby
Thank you Zsu for what you bring us💖
Be still, my heart...
More like me crying for 30 minutes. This was just beautiful
I like Robert Frost and Wilfred Owen. The poem “Dule Que Et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen is one of my favorites. My favorite all time favorite though has got to be Digging by Seamus Heaney. 😄
This calmed me down so much
I Am!
BY JOHN CLARE
I am-yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes-
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live-like vapours tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange-nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below-above the vaulted sky.
Love love love the voice
Love his voice and love the man. He has a good, loving . and warm heart, and you can feel his humanity. What an amazingly talented man with a whole-hearted performance every single time in all he does. A joyful soul full of life and love. ❤
the mower always kills me. and then tom reading all of these? im smitten.
Are you a hedgehog?
Thank you for this wonderful gift for our ears and souls. 💛💙💜❤️🍃🍂
Siento placer al escuchar su voz.. Es una caricia para mis sentidos. 🗣❤❤
I love you 💖Tom l love you 💕💜💕💖💖💖💖💖💕💕💖
Music killed it
Your voice is a spring rain caressed with a day dream. Your words pour over my soul like the light from stars perfectly. You are lovely, my sweet.
My soul was rejuvenated within the first 5 seconds. Oh my lorddddd 😊
Buttery smooth voice, to complement the beauty and raw words.
I love this and him
i’m always like “noooo” when i hear this is Tom Hiddlestone for himalaya 😢 because the video is over