Showing posts with label ~On WB Yeats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ~On WB Yeats. Show all posts
Friday, April 1, 2016

Radio Panel on Yeats and Politics

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Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Rónán McDonald on Yeats, Ireland and Modern World

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Monday, March 28, 2016

Roy Foster on Yeats as the Arch Poet

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Friday, March 18, 2016

Charles Bryant Recites The Cold Heaven

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Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice, And thereupon imaginati...
Wednesday, March 16, 2016

WB Yeats Introduces and Recites his Poetry

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Yeats made these recordings for the wireless in 1932, 1934 and the last on 28 October 1937 when he was 72. He died on January 28 1939. ...
Monday, March 14, 2016

WB Yeats Recites The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there...
Friday, January 22, 2016

Tom O'Bedlam Recites Wild Swans at Coole

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The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon th...
Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Dylan Thomas Recites Leda and the Swan

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A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bi...
Monday, January 18, 2016

Dylan Thomas Recites The Long-Legged Fly

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That civilization may not sink, Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post; Our master Caesar is in t...
Friday, May 9, 2014

(3) Kyrkostas and Dockie Read WB Yeats

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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look...
Wednesday, February 5, 2014

When You Are Old, in `Bat Eyes Short Film

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Teasing gives way to love , in tender turns, courtesy of William Butler Yeats' pensive poem When You are Old .  Originally conceiv...
Monday, January 20, 2014

When You Are Old, by William Butler Yeats

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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look...
Monday, August 12, 2013

Sailing to Byzantium, by William Butler Yeats

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That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees – Those dying generations – at their song, The s...