Пікірлер

• 
  @sharmitoboylos758528 күн бұрын

  one of the things i love about this poem is that the last line lets us know exactly what the speaker/son "had to do," but did not. and now of course can not. just like so many of us sons. this poem is surprising because Merwin was generally reticent about personal situations like this one, even if this one is fictitious. which it probably isn't. a very moving poem.

• 
  @judithbreastsler2 ай бұрын

  She doesn’t even read with affect yet her words still hit with the force of a thousand fists

• 
  @MrBoeotia3 ай бұрын

  Galway Kinnell reminds us of the profound impact that love and family have on our lives, and it invites us to pause and reflect on the beauty and fragility of these moments.

• 
  @Zheugma3 ай бұрын

  That was nice indeed

• 
  @CTJ26195 ай бұрын

  lovely poem

• 
  @TheStaniz5 ай бұрын

  So incredibly wonderful, Ted.♥

• 
  @susanamolinolo71126 ай бұрын

  Still continues to be one of my favourite modern poems.

• 
  @pkelcourse17 ай бұрын

  Proud flesh of the live soul

• 
  @michaelmark37 ай бұрын

  the compassion - gasp

• 
  @carolineschaillee318010 ай бұрын

  Precient , restorative even as now in 2023 people and things, the natural world (and intersectionality feminism) are being made ( legislated and censored ) to disappear. And yet you left us with your powerful words.. your soul piercing expression of a fierce hope ... that which I share, as do the many more who keep the faith and" fight against the dying of the light".

• 
  @StevenWithrow10 ай бұрын

  Kay Ryan’s work reminds me of my favorite children’s poet, Valerie Worth, whose “small poems” also share the “recombinant rhyme.” Worth and Ryan did not know of one another, as far as I know, but the similarities are so wonderfully present. Hoping more Ryan readers discover Worth’s amazing writing.

• 
  @dwanderful1 Жыл бұрын

  Beautiful

• 
  @krakenoutofwater Жыл бұрын

  i read this poem for my pol entry!! fantastic poem :)))

• 
  @henrikmunksoerensen9562 Жыл бұрын

  Amazing

• 
  @tamiablackman Жыл бұрын

  YES!!!!! AMEN

• 
  @julesclain9091 Жыл бұрын

  Rest in peace Charles

• 
  @julesclain9091 Жыл бұрын

  Rest in peace Charles

• 
  @LyricistComposerAIMusic Жыл бұрын

  ''Poetry Everywhere: "Turtle" by Kay Ryan'' wow.. amazing.. wish always success.. have a good day.. cheers..💯👍

• 
  @nathanclark2780 Жыл бұрын

  Nice surprise intro by the canceled Garrison Keillor. Reminded me of the good old days of growing up listening to A Prairie Home Companion while stacking hay into the barn on a Saturday night with my dad and listening to the writer’s almanac on mornings my grandma would take me to work. I don’t believe in god but the end of this poem is chilling and timely with Russia’s attack on Ukraine. RIP Gerald Stern.

• 
  @donnaseifer30252 жыл бұрын

  Very touching.

• 
  @jadenmikayla2 жыл бұрын

  girl what!!!! why did u do that to me

• 
  @arcadiaberger92042 жыл бұрын

  There's a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted who disappeared into those shadows. I've walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don't be fooled this isn't a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here, our country moving closer to its own truth and dread, its own ways of making people disappear. I won't tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods meeting the unmarked strip of light- ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise: I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear. And I won't tell you where it is, so why do I tell you anything? Because you still listen, because in times like these to have you listen at all, it's necessary to talk about trees.

• 
  @movingbreath Жыл бұрын

  Thank-you very much for sharing the words of this beautiful poem

• 
  @arcadiaberger9204 Жыл бұрын

  @@movingbreath Very much my pleasure. I came to poetry late and a bit reluctantly, claiming I was blind to it, but I have come to appreciate it deeply in recent years.

• 
  @estabraqtawfiq2 жыл бұрын

  Magnificent!

• 
  @sl53112 жыл бұрын

  Met him once. I will never forget it.

• 
  @Yuji_20022 жыл бұрын

  That's not complete passage, or is it?

• 
  @katiemiaana2 жыл бұрын

  Amazing

• 
  @gloriamitchell35182 жыл бұрын

  🤩

• 
  @kelseydanielle72682 жыл бұрын

  Fire

• 
  @ticcitoby73602 жыл бұрын

  0:30

• 
  @TTTCubed7122 жыл бұрын

  ❤

• 
  @dkmagos2 жыл бұрын

  one of my favorite poems of all time. I'm hungry for this love.

• 
  @jadenmikayla2 жыл бұрын

  this is breaking my heart. i don’t want this love

• 
  @dkmagos2 жыл бұрын

  @@jadenmikayla why not?

• 
  @soldtobediers2 жыл бұрын

  Brings strong to mind what I can recall in the lines below... In the glare of the light I see a strange kind of sight Of cages joined to form a star Each person can't go very far All tied to their things Their netted by the strings Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings ~Peter Gabriel ''The Cage''

• 
  @maddieboop58082 жыл бұрын

  so touching for an excellent video

• 
  @ChienNguyen-kt8bt2 жыл бұрын

  so touching for an excellent video

• 
  @AGMAED-cv3fi2 жыл бұрын

  Chills…every time!

• 
  @rr7firefly3 жыл бұрын

  There are five people who live in San Antonio who tilt the balance in its favor. Naomi is one of them, without whom it would not be much of a place to know and love. For they share with us a light that clarifies the dim dull edges. They reassure us that everything will be okay. I think they are like the discalced nuns who pray for the world every day. Their prayers and good thoughts bring everything into a healthier alignment. What would happen if they weren't around?

• 
  @TTTCubed7123 жыл бұрын

  ❤

• 
  @muskansethi263 жыл бұрын

  this is my favourite poem in the whole wide world!!!

• 
  @timisanniofficial3 жыл бұрын

  I love the way Kwame read it!!!!!

• 
  @nickandmikec3 жыл бұрын

  I was fortunate to have known Bill Merwin. He was a unique human being and a gentleman. We sat on a porch one evening in San Luis Obispo after a reading at the college and talked about the poetry of Benjamin Saltman. He later wrote the blurb for the back of Saltman's "The Book of Moss," which I first published in 1992. He also arranged a ride for me in Los Angeles after a reading he gave at the College of the Canyons. I had hitched a ride to see him and mentioned it. I had no car at the time. He asked others who had come to the reading to see if someone would give me a lift to Burbank. He was that kind of person.

• 
  @Ava_The_Avatar3 жыл бұрын

  0:20 poem starts (for those that need a timestamp for memorization)

• 
  @TheSteinmetzen3 жыл бұрын

  I love it. He is wonderful. Definitely worth the read and listen.

• 
  @suzannefreed49513 жыл бұрын

  I have loved her poetry for decades, was so blessed to see her reading at an event in San Francisco long ago..She still shines in our lives.

• 
  @maryanneweldon80403 жыл бұрын

  Stumbled across this quite some time ago. I watched and listened. Today,I think of "The Lanyard" on a regular basis. As a Boy Scout we would go to Camp Child or Camp Squanto for 2 weeks every Summer. During woodworking, earning the Carpentry Merit badge,I think,we sometimes made these lanyards,or something resembling them. My mom was always so happy when gifted the things we made at camp. The bird houses were the norm. But there was a time when I gifted her with a leather (scrap leather) key holder lanyard. She hugged me,and used it for her many keys,for years. Mom still has it,it's now in her "Hope Chest". A chest of drawers to hold keepsakes. Mothers are amazing in so so many different ways. ❤(This is Daniel. MaryAnne's boyfriend. I just wanted to share a memory) Thankyou for reading this❤👍😊

• 
  @rievans573 жыл бұрын

  This is one of those poems that speaks for me instead of at me.

• 
  @rievans573 жыл бұрын

  Yusef Komunyakaa. The first black man to win the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.

• 
  @JohnCBrown-ct4bw3 жыл бұрын

  Wonderful!!!!

• 
  @v.i.p.matthew3 жыл бұрын

  R.I.P. Philip Levine. Thank you. 🌹

• 
  @v.i.p.matthew3 жыл бұрын

  Belle Isle, 1949 BY PHILIP LEVINE We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the brine of car parts, dead fish, stolen bicycles, melted snow. I remember going under hand in hand with a Polish highschool girl I'd never seen before, and the cries our breath made caught at the same time on the cold, and rising through the layers of darkness into the final moonless atmosphere that was this world, the girl breaking the surface after me and swimming out on the starless waters towards the lights of Jefferson Ave. and the stacks of the old stove factory unwinking. Turning at last to see no island at all but a perfect calm dark as far as there was sight, and then a light and another riding low out ahead to bring us home, ore boats maybe, or smokers walking alone. Back panting to the gray coarse beach we didn't dare fall on, the damp piles of clothes, and dressing side by side in silence to go back where we came from. (Link: www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50982/belle-isle-1949)

• 
  @laurawilloughby40003 жыл бұрын

  Beautiful.