"He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" is a poem by William Butler Yeats. It was published in 1899 in his third volume of poetry, The Wind Among the Reeds.
I’m pretty sure it’s from “The Wind Through The Reeds”, the version I read. I love the having nothing but pure aspiration feel about it, laying yourself out completely vulnerable to someone you love. Short but great.
Будь у меня прозрачный шёлк Расшитый светом солнца и луны Прозрачный, тусклый, или тёмный шёлк Расшитый светом солнца и луны Я шёлк бы простирал у ног твоих Но я бедняк, и у меня лишь грёзы Я грёзы простирараю под ноги тебе Ступай легко, мои ты топчешь грёзы И но грезишь ты, наверное, о простом..
That was an interpretation of a movie character, if you listen the version of Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by Hopkins, you will see that even him reads like that, without emotion, letting the poem do the work by the rythm and the sound of words. No music and no emotion, only reading.
@@alexandrefreitas9558 My point exactly. And fair enough Alexandre, Each to their own. But poetry, like all the other arts, has passion. And take away the passion, you take away the art. This was written by him to woo Maud Gonne, the English actress and Irish Revolutionary. Do you think, when he said those beautiful words to her, he said them in so soulless a rendition? no. So I do believe sir, that you stand corrected.
My favorite Yeats poem read so perfectly. I read it to every woman with whom I fell in love.
Rizz is crazy Mr. Eastman
rizz god
Strange this has no comments because for me this is the best rendition of the poem I've come across on youtube,
No, it's kind of shallow..
Some people disagree, I do not. They are used to music and emotion in some versions. This is real reading of protry, let the poem do the work.
This is the best version of the poem I have found on CZcams.
Some people disagree, I do not. They are used to music and emotion in some versions. This is real reading of protry, let the poem do the work.
so beautiful.
0:19 Wow, the rhythm there is superb!
Perfect! I'm from VietNam and I love it
I’m pretty sure it’s from “The Wind Through The Reeds”, the version I read. I love the having nothing but pure aspiration feel about it, laying yourself out completely vulnerable to someone you love. Short but great.
I just heard this poem & I love it.
Thank you.
Wonderful. I needed to hear someone else say this to the correct meter
Wish You we're here...
beautiful poem
Great reading of this
b站上有一个以3055为背景音的欧美群像视频，视频最后一首男声朗诵的这首诗是我听到的最好的版本了。
Beautiful, much improved for no musical accompaniment.
Будь у меня прозрачный шёлк
Расшитый светом солнца и луны
Прозрачный, тусклый, или тёмный шёлк
Расшитый светом солнца и луны
Я шёлк бы простирал у ног твоих
Но я бедняк, и у меня лишь грёзы
Я грёзы простирараю под ноги тебе
Ступай легко, мои ты топчешь грёзы
И но грезишь ты, наверное, о простом..
At last ...no music...but could we pleeeease have the whole poem...thanks!!
+Jennie Ward-Scott Am I missing something? It's eight lines, as it should be...
+2011zurich Yes. This is entire poem. : )
Vann Winston brought me here
Blue devils 2022 moment
Same reason why I'm here
tempus blue moment
It this the correct title of this poem?
But i being poor have only my dreams
What happend to Aedh?
Why does the poet say tread softly on
Because dreams are much more fragile than the cloths he has described earlier.
Why the derisive, passive aggressive vocal delivery?
Butchered like a true Englishman. Go to the version by Anthony Hopkins if you want to hear a Celt give this great poem the emotion it deserves.
I disagree, but each to their own 👍
@@trybaldanca It's a soulless rendition. A teachers rendition.
Try ' The song of wandering Aengus', by Michael Gambon and then you will understand.
That was an interpretation of a movie character, if you listen the version of Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by Hopkins, you will see that even him reads like that, without emotion, letting the poem do the work by the rythm and the sound of words. No music and no emotion, only reading.
@@alexandrefreitas9558 My point exactly. And fair enough Alexandre, Each to their own.
But poetry, like all the other arts, has passion. And take away the passion, you take away the art.
This was written by him to woo Maud Gonne, the English actress and Irish Revolutionary.
Do you think, when he said those beautiful words to her, he said them in so soulless a rendition?
no.
So I do believe sir, that you stand corrected.
@@louisabridge I got your point. I can not disagree with you because I already read this to my wife, sure it was not like a scholar.
william would be turning in his grave.........what a vile narrator