His voice kinda sounds like that happy sigh after laughing

@Bretlu2010

3 жыл бұрын

Beautifully put, it sounds exactly like that

@disneydarling

2 жыл бұрын

What a beautiful simile

@Swanky11

2 жыл бұрын

That is such a lovely thought!

@dreadsndogs4406

2 жыл бұрын

😮 it's true

@akrodr6

2 жыл бұрын

IT DOES-

I have been reading poems...FOR 30 MINUTES!

@amyliptrot6303

3 жыл бұрын

Best comment 😅😅😅😅

@sitavety1731

3 жыл бұрын

Hahhahahahhah

@helenemock5566

2 жыл бұрын

and i have been falling even deeper for him...

@mocha7220

2 жыл бұрын

This comment NEEDS more attention.

@maryhales4595

2 жыл бұрын

OMG

To be fair, anything Tom Hiddleston reads becomes poetry. He could read the lyrics to "I like big butts" and it would sound like Shakespeare.

@lcmari95

3 жыл бұрын

Lol

@zaruhimartirosyan8514

3 жыл бұрын

Agree! O my God! So true!

@helenemock5566

2 жыл бұрын

hahahaha yes xD

@agustindelabarra6196

2 жыл бұрын

omg I'd love to hear that AHAHAAHHA

His voice is like the sweet embrace of a loving hug after a awful nightmare, reassuring me that it was all a bad dream. 🖤😍❤️

@annapoornarasam2299

4 жыл бұрын

He has one of the best voices ever. Checkout Brawny King Fitness, his voice is deeper and soothing.

@AuburnSkyy

3 жыл бұрын

Agreed. I listened to his soft voice when I panic. He soothes me

@kakooly

3 жыл бұрын

Oh Gawwwd 🥴🤦🏻‍♂️😆😆😆😆😆

I have been falling (in love)...FOR THIRTY MINUTES!!!!!!

@hannahtariq7158

2 жыл бұрын

HAHA love this comment ❤

@helenemock5566

2 жыл бұрын

SAMEEE

@prixiejynvallenas2826

2 жыл бұрын

same

Now this is glorious purpose.

I have been falling... for tHIRTY MINUTES!!

@carpediem7685

3 жыл бұрын

Underrated comment

@sunyuktha6383

2 жыл бұрын

i want to like this comment but I don't want to ruin the number of likes it now has

@coricosplays

2 жыл бұрын

I understood that reference

There are many a great injustices in this world, but to be born in a time, where one can listen to Tom Hiddleston read poetry, is truly, a thing of wonderment and perfect happiness.

I could listen to this man read a phone book.

@soymisato

2 жыл бұрын

same, my friend, same

@poisoninlethaldoses

2 жыл бұрын

Tell me about it. He actually lowers my blood pressure.

@helenemock5566

2 жыл бұрын

yep me too

Tom Hiddlestone’s voice is autumn rustling leaves, a crisp winter wind, warm spring, glistening sunrays… he is nature❣️

@trinhcongdieuhuongtran4545

Жыл бұрын

Man! You sure are trying to be Ezra Pound here, or what? It's sweet though.

@MaheshCR

8 ай бұрын

Because such comments could happen, comments as a feature are justified…

@lobbehym

8 ай бұрын

@@trinhcongdieuhuongtran4545 John Keats was more romantic 🫠

I have been falling for 30 minutes 😭

@earenyacementari322

2 жыл бұрын

Me too

His voice has a rich calming resonance of dark chocolate, melting into the emotional framework of the mind without resistance

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

Therapy session with Tom would be a dream come true. With this calming voice I could finally relax

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

@nonieharahap1545

3 жыл бұрын

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! :)

@Sam0010020031

3 жыл бұрын

Thanks

I want to spend my whole life listening to this

i cant believe i actually listen to this so I can study

@beenutcatcucumberbar3524

2 жыл бұрын

Is that a jayniel fan I see?

Tom: “Let me love you”…. I almost die every time 🤪🤪🤪

@maryhales4595

2 жыл бұрын

Tom: "Let me love you. Me: OKAY

imagine him speaking softly to you as you rest your head on his chest and he plays with your hair... pure bliss

@xBloodshotEyex

2 жыл бұрын

Phew. That was an intense imagination :D

I love how he turns this English major into a tub of warm butter, to the point I have no idea what he's been saying. I didn't think it was possible.

I can listen to his voice FOREVER

@itzhannali522

2 жыл бұрын

I have a recommendation for you: the highrise audiobook, read by Tom Hiddleston, you can find it on KZread for free, it is a bit more that six hours, I think:)

@ballroomchick54

Жыл бұрын

I hope that is what heaven is… my heaven would have to consist of hearing that voice for eternity. ❤️

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.

@p-isforpoetry

4 жыл бұрын

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/

@smorescientist6185

4 жыл бұрын

@@p-isforpoetry thanks!

@trinhcongdieuhuongtran4545

Жыл бұрын

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!

It's official, I have been falling in love FOR THIRTY MINUTES!!! And it won't stop there

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 like that he’s getting people into poetry

Listening to Tom Hiddleston read poetry while I wash dishes and scrub the stove makes cleaning the kitchen a joy.

06:33 « let me love you » MAN I’M ALREADY IN LOVE

@luciarocha6888

2 жыл бұрын

Eu também!❤😍

@KhaoulaZoldyeck

Жыл бұрын

Do you have any idea what's the background music that played when he read that?

His voice does not need a background of music! His voice is beautiful on it's own.

Hang on, Tom Hiddleston reading Invictus while a soft piano cover of the Song of Storms plays might just be the cure to my anxiety.

@sapphire2442

2 жыл бұрын

You have a really good taste

A beautiful voice, regarding of the physical appearance of the person who reads - beautifully, in fact perfectly . I would not say smooth - his voice is laden with masculinity. The sort of masculinity trophy hunters try to prove to themselves -and to the world - they possess ( which obviously they don't). Sexy does not cover it - that adjective makes it common, it is not. A thing of beauty, certainly. Thank you for having it recorded and thank you for sharing. The greatest compliment to the reading and the choice of poems, but particularly the reading, I think, is that it makes me want to write poetry.

@marthawoodworth4380

3 жыл бұрын

You said it all, but I must respond to writing poetry: this is one of the reasons I listen to beautifully-read audio of poetry, fiction and nonfiction, all of which I write myself. These wonderful voices go directly from my ear to my soul, and suddenly I want to write. So Tom's superb voice helps motivate me to write (everything) well. Not sure I hit the mark, but I feel motivated to do so. P.S. Check out his reading of Proust. Yikes. Perfection.

@larisasava8465

3 жыл бұрын

I beg to differ, he is very handsomoe...if u think otherwise, u have a real problem...go fix yourself!

@sansconsequence

3 жыл бұрын

@@larisasava8465 Where did I say he was not? And it is handsome by the way. If you don't understand English, think before writing.

@KM-wh4zj

3 жыл бұрын

@@larisasava8465 um why are you so rude. The OP wasn't rude or negative at all. What they meant was that disregarding his handsome looks, his voice is beautiful and so even if he wasn't perceived as handsome, his voice would still be beautiful!

@BelenPeralta1

3 жыл бұрын

@@sansconsequence you also messed up in your comment so chill the fuck out. “Regarding of the physical appearance,” it’s regardless of the physical appearance . Like you said, “if you don’t speak English think before writing.” Don’t have to be an asshole. And even if they didn’t fully understand English they did a pretty good job. They probably just misunderstood something.

He has a beautiful melodic voice which is one of the reasons he is so successful as an actor.Not every actor has this gift.❤

@dr.gaosclassroom

Жыл бұрын

Totally true. He is deeply admired by so many people.

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

Did it murder me when he said let me love you? RIP.

that strawberries poem GOT ME PREGNANT AF

His reading of Strawberries is.....just wow.

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.

@newone7352

2 жыл бұрын

An just like that we have another Jane Austen movie

I promised mom I won't do drugs but here I am

Those 30 minutes were the most calm I've been in my life

this video is meant to make you fall in love with Tom Hiddleston, you can't say otherwise

I wish Tom did free online therapy. I just a want a decent conversation where I dont feel like I'm battling to get my point across. A time where I'm not crying and yelling, where I don't feel frustrated and worthless. Only peace i feel is listening to him read poetry It helps me balance myself back out when I'm alone. Wish I could tell him how much he's helping with a situation he knows nothing about. Who knows Maybe the universe will carry it to him. So if messages and comments ever get to you. Thank you for being a calming sound, a soft breeze, and harmonious melody during my time of personal chaos, thank you.

@PhoebeChloe3

3 жыл бұрын

I know the struggle you're having is none of my business, but I wish you the peace you're seeking. You're NOT worthless; you're just wrestling as we all wrestle, at one time or another. From my experience, finding the therapist that's right for you is a process if trial and error. When I felt I wasn't being heard, I changed therapists. I switched and switched until I found a woman who truly heard me and let me be who I was in the moment, as I inched my way into a lighter and healthier life. Again, I wish you peace and safety.

@denise2169

3 жыл бұрын

On a different note, Gabor Maté will help you find your own beauty...

@guac-a-molleh2608

3 жыл бұрын

Your words speak to me such as a familiar melody I can relate I feel he would actually listen I always feel yes one hears my crying

So delightful ❤more episodes with Tom please

I was just looking for poetry videos for inspiration but I was, instead, reminded of my love for Tom Hiddleston. To be honest, I think I could just listen to him reading my shopping receipts and be content.

@newjeanskitchynicknamethat2258

2 жыл бұрын

Lol, this is true

What a beautiful voice

@annapoornarasam2299

4 жыл бұрын

His voice is incredible. Checkout Brawny King Fitness, even he has deep bass voice.

"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.

He knows what he did to us with 'Strawberries'

@maryhales4595

2 жыл бұрын

Tom: "Let me love you." Me: OKAY

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.

listening to my man's heavenly voice before sleep

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.

@tastymedleys

3 жыл бұрын

I learnt at least 3 poems this way, listening to a pleasant recording works much better for me than just reading it.

Tom Hiddleston! You are such a wonderful being! You can talk; as well as, you can sing. You can act, and you can read poetry just like the ancient Royal British Prince. Your voice is warm like a hot cacao during a cold day of the early Spring! Your smile is just like the beautiful blossoms blooming on a warm sunny days of Summer, that haven't yet to come. I don't know you! I've never seen your films! I've never talked to you. Recently, KZread exposes a lot of you! I've found that you're such a hardcore creature, that the whole world adore. I'm thankful that you enjoy reading poetry, literature, and all. I'm looking forward to hear many, and many more of your reading soon yet will post on.

@dr.gaosclassroom

Жыл бұрын

What a lovely poem!! You are so talented and kind!

(time stamps ig

@amypunchong6694

2 жыл бұрын

thaaaaaanks

@mylokes2965

2 жыл бұрын

Thx

People say: "The eyes are the Windows of thy soul" If only you would know. I normally have my deserts before my dinner. I don't prefer strawberries over mangosteens; as I do prefer white over pink or red. For once, I spent a vacation date with my lover. We had dinner, and then desert. It was the coloured fruits, that I wasn't so into of When I hear this poem about strawberries, it got me to think of that dinner, and the desert I once had. If I could change the plan then, I would have. There's no regret. There's no sorrows. There's no judging of how it shoud.have questioned me so! This is how I felt about having desert after my meal, and or kissing without brushing my teeth first! Thank you for reading , sharing your talent, and your pretty voice.

Ok but...... If he was my math teacher I'd be listening to him all day and get a perfect score🙇🙇🙇🙇

Hiddleston‘s voice adds so many layers of meanings and sensory significance to the poems, especially the second poem "I am". Love the video very much!

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.

I was dreading doing my math homework. Then, I put this on and I finished all the boring parts of my homework while listening to this. Homework has never been so enjoyable... or peaceful... I have never felt peaceful in my life. I mean it, the closest I've ever been to peaceful is tired or bored. I always thought that's how it worked, but this... this has changed my mind. I used to hate poetry, I don't know why (maybe I just never heard it read the right way before) but I just saw this and I've begun to appreciate poetry. His voice is beautiful, and his reading of the poem is perfect! I understand why they say poetry is an art.

I always loathe poetry....this is the first time in my life I love listening poetries....god if he was my teacher I would attend daily class

Tom's rendering is so sensitive and subtle even a hardened statistician will fall in love with poetry. His rich, plangent voice, brings into sharp relief the imagery of each poem with its multifarious connotations: a distillation so crystalline you can drink, or dive in, to re-emerge as a completely transfigured person. Indefinitely re-listenable.

@reeveharper6061

Жыл бұрын

What does statistician mean?

@sattarabus

Жыл бұрын

@@reeveharper6061 deals in, concerned with statistics

Your voice is poetry, Tom Hiddleston. 💙💙

I don't normally listen to poetry but Tom Hiddleston readings give me a new appreciation. Strawberries, Invictus, and Words, Wide Night.

His voice wraps my soul in pure silk

Whoa, "Strawberries." Someone fan me. I also loved many of the other works.

Thank you God for Tom Hiddleston ❤

I love everything about Tom Hiddleston, especially his voice 😍😍

@annapoornarasam2299

4 жыл бұрын

Tom Hiddleston has one of the best voices on earth. Checkout Brawny King Fitness, his voice is deep, bass and soothing.

@buharisbeckar9154

3 жыл бұрын

Exactly

Omg he would do great in audiobooks

@kimshaw6425

3 жыл бұрын

He's actually done a couple that are available on Audible.

@p-isforpoetry

3 жыл бұрын

Hi, he did and I uploaded the radio plays to my channel 💚 (in some of them he's only got a small role but it's nice to hear his voice) kzread.info/dash/bejne/i6pn1tiRcdTbfbw.html There are others (audiobooks), can be also found on youtube.

@viiday2211

2 жыл бұрын

Heeee doeees ❤️

@viiday2211

2 жыл бұрын

He has read Sherlock Holmes and a couple of other books

@sitarules1722

2 жыл бұрын

He did one on that one book called High Rise for about 7 hours

I love his choices and of course the way he reads them is wonderful.

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!!

15:49 Diving into the wreck by Adrianne Rich First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put on the body-armor of black rubber the absurd flippers the grave and awkward mask. I am having to do this not like Cousteau with his assiduous team aboard the sun-flooded schooner but here alone. There is a ladder. The ladder is always there hanging innocently close to the side of the schooner. We know what it is for, we who have used it. Otherwise it is a piece of maritime floss some sundry equipment. I go down. Rung after rung and still the oxygen immerses me the blue light the clear atoms of our human air. I go down. My flippers cripple me, I crawl like an insect down the ladder and there is no one to tell me when the ocean will begin. First the air is blue and then it is bluer and then green and then black I am blacking out and yet my mask is powerful it pumps my blood with power the sea is another story the sea is not a question of power I have to learn alone to turn my body without force in the deep element. And now: it is easy to forget what I came for among so many who have always lived here swaying their crenellated fans between the reefs and besides you breathe differently down here. I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps. I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail. I stroke the beam of my lamp slowly along the flank of something more permanent than fish or weed the thing I came for: the wreck and not the story of the wreck the thing itself and not the myth the drowned face always staring toward the sun the evidence of damage worn by salt and sway into this threadbare beauty the ribs of the disaster curving their assertion among the tentative haunters. This is the place. And I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair streams black, the merman in his armored body. We circle silently about the wreck we dive into the hold. I am she: I am he whose drowned face sleeps with open eyes whose breasts still bear the stress whose silver, copper, vermeil cargo lies obscurely inside barrels half-wedged and left to rot we are the half-destroyed instruments that once held to a course the water-eaten log the fouled compass We are, I am, you are by cowardice or courage the one who find our way back to this scene carrying a knife, a camera a book of myths in which our names do not appear. 20:04 The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock BY T. S. ELIOT S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question ... Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes, Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”) My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin - (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”) Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? And I have known the eyes already, known them all- The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume? And I have known the arms already, known them all- Arms that are braceleted and white and bare (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!) Is it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume? And how should I begin? shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ... I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet - and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker And in short, I was afraid. And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”- If one, settling a pillow by her head Should say: “That is not what I meant at all; That is not it, at all.” And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor- And this, and so much more?- It is impossible to say just what I mean But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say “That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.” No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous- Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. 29:30 dont not go gentle into that good night by dylan tomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light

9:45 they play the Song Of Storms in the background. That‘s amazing :D

00:00 This is Tom Hiddleston - recording poetry for you on Ximalaya 01:45 "The Mower" by Philip Larkin 03:10 "I Am!" by John Clare 05:15 "Strawberries" by Edwin Morgan 06:54 "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver 08:34 "And the days are not full enough" by Ezra Pound 09:44 "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley 11:09 "Clenched Soul" by Pablo Neruda 12:49 "Words, Wide Night" by Carol Ann Duffy 14:14 "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost 15:49 "Diving into the Wreck" by Adrienne Rich 20:04 "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot 29:30 "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night" by Dylan Thomas

God his voice is like being wrapped in his arms like a warm blanket (sigh)😍

I am back in this World Poetry Day to honor poets and Tom ❤

This is everything I need in life

why am i blushing listening to this?

Tom is my favorite person to listen to read poetry

His voice is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. It just makes me happy.

When he said Let Me Love You... I took a deep sharp breath.

@maryhales4595

2 жыл бұрын

Me: OKAY

I've just walked to my local hospital to visit my daughter whilst listening to Tom read poetry. I think I had an eargasm

thank you Tom, what a pleasure this was, till the very end, the dying of the light

The Brits! ❤️

I could listen to his voice over and over again. The beuty of it makes me happy, touched and euphoric but also sad and melancholic, am I the only one?

I love to listen to all Tom Poetry reading, his deep voice is so calming. I listen it over over and again. ♥️♥️♥️♥️

every time im stressed or cant focus, i come back here

I go to sleep listening to this every night... his voice is so soothing and just makes me fall asleep instantly❤❤

I just want this man to read me all the bedtime stories, tuck me into bed, kiss my forehead and tell me goodnight darling.

@emilydesrosiers9034

2 жыл бұрын

Have you seen the video of him telling the Supertato story with the evil pea? If you need a bedtime story. 😁

@loki-vv2oo

2 жыл бұрын

@@emilydesrosiers9034 I have :)

I have been listening FOR 30 MINUTES!! Haha had to take the chance

6:33 "Let me love you." Too late 😩✋

I can't focus on the words all i can think of is the soft rumble his voice makes when he speaks

@meghanteress

2 жыл бұрын

ugh same ✋🏼😩🥺

Me, an advanced reading student who hated analyzing and reading The Road Not Taken: no one will Make me like this poem. Tom: hold my script for me dear

@LoveWritesALetter

3 жыл бұрын

Frost has always had so much better to offer in my opinion. Nothing Gold can Stay has always been my favorite.

I've been listening to this for the nth time already. I love listening to his poetic voice. His voice is like a cup of tea in the sunny afternoon.

I just had to put it out there... This video went to my ASMR playlist

This man's voice calms my mind. I would listen to him all day every day

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. 05:15 Strawberries BY EDWIN 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 06:54 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. 08:34 And the days are not full enough BY EZRA OUND 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 09:44 Invictus BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY 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 12:49 "Words, Wide Night" by Carol Ann Duffy 14:14 "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost 15:49 "Diving into the Wreck" by Adrienne Rich 20:04 "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot 29:30 "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night" by Dylan Thomas

His voice is sooooo soothing. I have listened to this over and over. I suffer from seizures and this calms me down afterwards. I am also a huge fan of Tom, especially his portrayal of Loki. He’s very diverse and a very nice person in real life. It would be amazing to know him!

@alyssapinon9670

2 жыл бұрын

Awww that’s so cool that his voice is so powerful that it helps you that much! Take care fellow Loki/Tom fan. 😊

I have found heaven ❤

My friend recommended me to listen to a compilation of his voice when I’m sad because Tom Hiddleston makes me so happy... this video is amazing thank you for this!

I finally found something to help with my insomnia,, Thank you for this lovely gift.

@RookieEyes22

4 жыл бұрын

That's how I got here. Doc recommended mindfulness and relaxation. So I went searching for Tom. =3

the way that the song of storms started playing at 10:10 ♡

@erika.s

2 жыл бұрын

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His voice 😍, it soothes me, it is heaven. On my bad days i listen to him. His voice is my comfort.

Wild Geese was one of those poems that got me through the toughest times. I even have a tattoo to honor it, so finding this was such a delight