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.
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 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.
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...
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.
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
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!!!
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.
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.
Keats had a middle class education but was according to some working class. He also had to in later years depend a lot on friends because what little was left from his parents was tied up in a trust. I encourage you to read his biography.
His voice is like feathers, gently, precisely touching the surface of a lake.
I saw Ben Whishaw on stage at The Almeida in 2015. He was commanding but still had that feather-deft delivery, too.
I really need Ben Whishaw to narrate an audio book of nothing but hours and hours of shakespeare and poetry.
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 went again. Closed again. Where were you?
I want Ben to read me poetry every night before bed...
And/or the telephone directory, or Domesday Booke.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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
Your voice and those immortal verses are healing balms for the soul.
Stunningly beautiful!
I could listen to you all day, you read as if you were there in each beautiful moment
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 ❤
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!!!
Absolutely beautiful poem read beautifully by Ben.
My favorite Ode by John Keats. Moreover, it is regarded by critics as his greatest work. ❣️
A great actor but also so wonderful at recitation...
Made me take the moment.... to lie down quietly and allow each word to sink in.
So , so perfect!!!!!
To compose such beauty with mere words alone.
Beautiful. x
Marvelous work.
Ben, please keep doing this!
I love you, Ben Whishaw...
Forever.
his voice is soft and gentle
Beautiful poem
Thank you
I come back to Ben reading poetry cuz this is how I stay sane apparently
NO you can't be this talented it's illegal *angry swooning*
I wish they wouldn't put music with poetry readings in these videos.
Ben... You're wonderful I love you beautiful face, beautiful voice ;)
Ahhhh
I want him to read my life story.
mine would be too boring for him to read!
And still more letter flowers for the bees.
Atoms.
👍
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.
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It's paddington 🥺
conspiring with spinoza.
Need more volume please. Sound quality poor. Music's now very faint.
"Drowsed with the fume of poppies" is Keats referring to his merry times with opiates among the leaves?
No, that was Coleridge.
my ears are pregnant helpp
He sounds like padington
He is Paddington.
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too 😖🥺
At my funeral. . . .
Egad
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.
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...
Give English a chance. It can give a life great things.
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.
Keats had a middle class education but was according to some working class. He also had to in later years depend a lot on friends because what little was left from his parents was tied up
in a trust. I encourage you to read his biography.