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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 22 พ.ย. 2012
- John Keats's "To Autumn" read by Ben Whishaw
Music: Borodin - Symphony no 2 - 3rd movement (Excerpt)
From the album "Words for you"
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"To Autumn" - John Keats
1.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
2.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
3.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. - บันเทิง
His voice is like feathers, gently, precisely touching the surface of a lake.
I really need Ben Whishaw to narrate an audio book of nothing but hours and hours of shakespeare and poetry.
I want Ben to read me poetry every night before bed...
And/or the telephone directory, or Domesday Booke.
The comfort of a gentle man, gentle voiced, my heart needed this. We forget the power of the soft spoken, those who do not raise their voice. Its most evident I think in his work as Q, in a world of gadgets, death, and explosions there is a soft spoken, gentle, man. I think the franchise is much better for having him in it.
Lord, I love him,❤ such talent and those eyes. Magnificent in Bright Star.
Ben really entered into the mind and heart of Keats to play him in 'Bright Star'. How appropriate that a major actor of today should have a love of poetry….
The way he plays Keats is just so beautiful. Also, I love Keats, like he's so honest in his poems.
I live about 15 miles from Winchester, where Keats wrote this ode, and it is Autumn once again, and there was a mist this morning. Everything has changed since 1819, and yet nothing has changed. Ben Whishaw reads this so beautifully, he completely alters the start of the 3rd stanza for me ("Where are the songs of spring?"). When I was 21 I went to the Protestant cemetary, just outside the Rome city walls where he is buried. It was closed. I went again when I was 39 and it was again closed. I will go again one day.
Chris Sampson: I shall look for you, but I shan’t speak to you if I find you.
I just want to cry hearing this. His voice is mesmerizing in all its simplicity, smooth like honey, tender, and so very, very soft. I could listen to this for hours...
His voice capture so perfectly the nature of the poem. He's so within the poem, like he'd wrote. I would love this in a audio book. Love Keats.
My favorite Ode by John Keats. Moreover, it is regarded by critics as his greatest work. ❣️
he is lovely to listen to - his reading and diction are superb.
I read this in school and had to write what I thought the poem was about and I wrote that it was about the death of a poet or poetry in general I forget. This was the last poem John Keats ever wrote and a year after it published he died in Rome. What a fantastic conclusion for an artist
A great actor but also so wonderful at recitation...
This is so comforting. I'm in a tough time of my life right now and this is like my "blankie" that I hold on to when I'm scared or stressed or worried.
u have no idea 2020 mate
John Keats died of consumption at 25 in Rome. Deep in debt and thinking himself a failure. Due to his bffs being lord byron and the shelly's.
I could listen to you all day, you read as if you were there in each beautiful moment
I did not know this existed!! I’m overwhelmed and just giddy. What an inexpressible and transportive joy to hear! I’ve never heard anyone aside from myself read this poem out loud. Oh I can’t wait to listen over and over. I’m so happy!!!
Made me take the moment.... to lie down quietly and allow each word to sink in.
Stunningly beautiful!
Absolutely beautiful poem read beautifully by Ben.
Your voice and those immortal verses are healing balms for the soul.
Ben Whishaw is my suitable and warm refuge these days... his voice pushes me to get over all this chaos around me❤.
Everything was good and it will be ❤
So , so perfect!!!!!
To compose such beauty with mere words alone.
Marvelous work.
I come back to Ben reading poetry cuz this is how I stay sane apparently
Ben, please keep doing this!
Thank you
Beautiful poem
Ben... You're wonderful I love you beautiful face, beautiful voice ;)
his voice is soft and gentle
NO you can't be this talented it's illegal *angry swooning*
I love you, Ben Whishaw...
Forever.
I want him to read my life story.
mine would be too boring for him to read!
Ahhhh
Atoms.
And still more letter flowers for the bees.
👍
He sounds like padington
It's paddington 🥺
Did Keats write anything more beautiful than this?
No. This poem is regarded as one of the greatest poems ever written in the English language.
Yes he did. Try this, read so beautifully by the incomparable Robert Donat.
th-cam.com/video/gTO2IyucDeo/w-d-xo.html
I wish they wouldn't put music with poetry readings in these videos.
my ears are pregnant helpp
conspiring with spinoza.
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too 😖🥺
"Drowsed with the fume of poppies" is Keats referring to his merry times with opiates among the leaves?
No, that was Coleridge.
At my funeral. . . .
A war and gallows, when poetry was born a loft. Compelling. Neither be thine cider press, over yonder where the black birds pine and rainbows chirip long the dying of the day. yonder.
Need more volume please. Sound quality poor. Music's now very faint.
Egad
God he must have thought he was the bloody king.
giving hobbit
Nope..I can't...
me just here because its a boring english assisgment...
I am so sick of poets describing nature. Such a privileged pompous poetic philanthropy.. I prefer poets of the working people. We have eyes let us see. We need not descriptions of what our eyes can clearly see.
Keats was a Romantic poet. Nature was one of the Romantics' biggest subject matter. Wordsworth, Coleridge, and Byron all wrote about nature extensively. And in 19th century Britain, Keats was not privileged -- he was probably the poorest of his contemporaries.
I have read them all. I hate the term Romantics, frankly. Charles Bukowski is my guy and Rimbaud.
I didn't mean privileged as in money. I mean to say that it bothers me that they are describing the beauty of nature while actual human beings are suffering all around them. I dont care about the was but what should be. Beyond the beauty and savagery of modern man I see little to reflect upon. Follow your instinct, unless it is your instinct to follow!! I made that up and stand by it!
@@blakeallyn4152 Nature is eternal and eternally beautiful. What has the suffering of humans got to do with it? The earth is full of great contrast, great beauty, great fortune, great suffering. That contrast is also the beauty of life. And humans are not the most important thing in the Universe.
Besides that, all human suffering is self-created and self-inflicted anyway, so pity is wasted.
@@anonymousforever Speaking of fake poets. Nature is not eternal and its sad you dont know that. The rest is jargon and garbage. You are a prison and you are dead already.
@@olivesnap2715 and died very young.
Dreadful. Pretentious and so middle class.
Not so much reading Keats, as knowingly and cynically pushing the buttons of his fellow narcissists.
I bet you're middle class.
@@ruth7603 Sounds like another boring socialist.