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Heres a virtual movie of John Keats reading perhaps the closest poem he wrote to the predicament of his own brilliant short lived tragic life "When I have fears that I may cease to be" Few poets ascend to the level of John Keats, and even fewer ascend to that level at such an early age. John Keats was only 26 years old when he died, however, he was considered, along with Wordsworth, to be the Romantic poet of the 19th century. John Keats was born in 1795 in Moorfields, England, the son of a stableman who married the owner's daughter and eventually inherited the stable for himself. The elder Mr. Keats died when John was eight, leaving the family tied up in legal matters that would last the rest of John's life. He was fourteen when his mother died of tuberculosis, and fifteen when his guardian apprenticed him to an apothecary-surgeon. Soon after, John left the medical field to focus primarily on poetry. In July 1820, John left England for Italy. Keats had been experiencing ill health and it was thought that the warmer air of Italy would help cure him. John and a friend took up residence in a home next to the famed Spanish Steps in Rome. He died of tuberculosis on February 23, 1821, at the age of twenty-six. "When I have fears that I may cease to be" is an expression of Keats's melancholy. When he wrote this poem, he was still quite sick and it was obvious that his ill-health was not improving. As a consequence, he developed a negative outlook on life. He expressed himself with the following poem, one I consider to be among his finest. When I have fears that I may cease to be........ When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charactry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unrelenting love:--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. Author: poetryanimations Keywords: John Keats animation fears cease to be" shelley byron ernest dowson mackworth dolben beddoes rossetti patmore Poetry Added: October 10, 2008

Heres a virtual movie of a rather Gothic style reading of "The Waking" a poem by Theodore Roethke that takes us on a sort of sleep walking " somnambulistic" journey through some of our darker thoughts,if one thinks about it all our lives we constantly journey in directions we cannot predict for better or for worse driven by the irresistable forces that govern all our lives and make us nothing more than sleepwalkers in this mortal existence.. Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008 The Waking... I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Of those so close behind me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go. Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lonely worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air; And, lovely, learn by going where to go. This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go. Author: poetryanimations Keywords: roethke theodore poem animation waking gothic poe beddoes rossetti james shirley dowson mackworth dolben poetry Added: September 4, 2008

Heres a virtual movie of the great Christina Rossetti reading her bittersweet poem "The Heart Knoweth Its Own Bitterness". "The Heart Knoweth Its Own Bitterness" by Christina Rossetti is a poem filled with depressing messages about the fruitless search for fulfillment in life. Not only does Rossetti fail to convey satisfaction with life on earth, but she does not express a convincing amount of anticipation for any type of heavenly reward. She articulates the feeling that her life has been a process of searching that has left her "beggared sense and soul" (stanza 2, line 8). In the third stanza, Rossetti's language becomes more confident as she describes how she used to only "strive for pleasure," but in a mature revelation, divulges that now her primary concern is the salvation of her soul. It would appear at this point in the poem, that Rossetti has embraced religion as something that will generate a sense of purpose in her life. In the following stanza however, Rossetti again changes the tone of her confession to expose a deep sense of longing that she feels to find a companion that will "take [herself] and keep" (stanza 4, line 8). She continues this explanation of her desire in the next stanza, but in this stanza, her language is much more graphic as she uses words such as "scratch," "stroke," "pierce," and "probe" (stanza 5, lines 1-3). Although she seems to have an overwhelming desire for this unknown subject, she subsequently explains how she does not feel that this recipient of her yearning is worthy of her affection. In the final stanza, Rossetti articulates her disdain for life on earth and uses starkly religious language to conclude her thoughts on life's search for meaning: Not in this world of hope deferred, This world of perishable stuff: -- Eye hath not seen nor ear hath heard Nor heart conceived that full "enough": Here moans the separating sea, Here harvests fail, here breaks the heart: There God shall join and no man part, I full of Christ and Christ of me. Kind Regards Jim Clark all rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008 Author: poetryanimations Keywords: christina rossetti poem animation emily dickinson beddoes victorian poetry mackworth dolben tichbourne poe Added: September 4, 2008

Heres a virtual movie of the great American poet Emily Dickinson reading one of her great love poems number 640"I died for Beauty" . Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008 I died for beauty.......... I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, -the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names Author: poetryanimations Keywords: emily dickinson poem animation died beauty christina rossetti manley hopkins mackworth dolben poe poetry victorian Added: August 28, 2008

Heres a virtual movie of Alfred Lord Tennyson reading his celebrated poem The Gypsy's Warning . The poem is read by poet songster and author Dave Russel. Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video sound recording copyright Jim Clark 2008Author: Poetrylad Tags: Alfred Lord Tennyson The Gypsy's Warning Poem Animation poet poetry light brigade ernest dowson mackworth dolben rossetti Posted: 26 March 2008 Rating: 5.0 Votes: 1

Heres a virtual movie od Cecil Day Lewis reading from The Georgics Of Vergil. Cecil Day Lewis), 1904–72, English author, b. Ireland. While he was still at Oxford, he became associated with a group of leftist poets led by W. H. Auden. After graduation he taught at various schools until 1935 and then decided to devote himself to writing. He was professor of poetry at Oxford from 1951 to 1956. and his early poetry is marked by didacticism and a preoccupation with social themes. His later work, however, is more personal and metaphysical. Besides poetry, C. Day Lewis is noted for the collection of essays A Hope for Poetry (1934); for a verse translation of Vergil's Aeneid (1952); he was poet laureate of Great Britain. The Legendary Vergil... The great Roman poet Publius Vergilius Maro was born October 15, 70 B.C. at Andes, near Mantua, in Cisalpine Gaul. He died 51 years later on September 21, 19 B.C. Vergil's influence on the world's literature has been immeasurable. Not only was his writing -- along with Seneca's, Cicero's, Ovid's, Aristotle's and Plato's continuously read throughout the Middle Ages,but even today he exerts an influence on poets and the college-bound. The Georgics, the second major poem which Virgil composed, took seven years to write. He finished it in 29 B.C.E.; it was read to Augustus on his return from the east. This work consists of two thousand lines of poetry on the subject of agriculture, with patriotic overtones and rich mythological allusions. Although some consider this Virgils' best work, the poet was never completely satisfied with it, as he immediately started work on the Aeneid and never returned to it. Virgil requested on his deathbed that the Georgics be supressed; Augustus, however, intervened. Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008Author: Poetrylad Tags: Cecil Day Lewis Georgics Of Vergil Poem Animation homer ajax ts eliot dylan thomas kipling lewis carroll ernest dowson wyatt patmore mackworth dolben poetry poet petriarch Posted: 17 March 2008 Rating: 5.0 Votes: 1

Here is a virtual movie of Matthew Arnold who was the son of Thomas Arnold the celebrated strict and innovative headmaster at the Rugby School....He studied classics at Oxford university and after graduation went on to teach the subject, later as a schools inspector he traveled widely throughout England and the continent....He is best remembered for his critical essays and became professor of poetry at Oxford in in 1857. He was the first professor there to lecture in English rather than Latin ..surely this elegant poem asks us to contemplate the true effects of the inevitable ageing process regrets and all...Heres the link to the page with the sound file. Regards. Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video sound recording copyright Jim Clark 2003 Author: Poetrylad Tags: Matthew Arnold Growing Old christina rossetti ernest dowson kipling lewis carroll beddoes patmore mdogby mackworth dolben victorian poetry poet Posted: 14 March 2008 Rating: 0.0 Votes: 0

Coventry Patmore 1823 - 1896 was born in Essex south east England the son of an author Peter George Patmore. A convert to Catholicism in later life he and a member of the the pre-Raphaelite movement he was a contributor to The Germ the movements publication. This touching genteel poem will surely strike a chord with any of us who have ever been thoughtless enough to scold a child or anybody for that matter only to leave us wishing we could undo our words. perhaps this is a plea for us to strive to be more kind, more forgiving and to stop and think before we say something we may later reget for the pain it may cause....particularly as in the context of this poem of a fathers regets at scolding his child whose mother has to make matters even sadder passed away.... Regards. Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video sound recording copyright Jim Clark 2008 Author: Poetrylad Tags: Coventry Patmore The Toys Poem Animation victorian poet potry christina rossetti lewis carroll bedoes mackworth dolben keats ernest dowson Posted: 13 March 2008 Rating: 0.0 Votes: 0

Here is a virtual movie of the tragic world war one poet Alan Seeger (1888 - 1916)reading his most celebrated poem Rendezvous . Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video sound recording copyright Jim Clark 2008 Rendezvous I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air-- I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath-- It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear . . . But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous. Author: Poetrylad Tags: Alan Seeger rendezvous poem animation stephen crane wilfred owen keith douglas john mccrae rosenberg mackworth dolben kipling lewis carroll christina rossetti war poet poetry Posted: 11 March 2008 Rating: 0.0 Votes: 0

Here is a virtual movie of the young tragic Victorian poet Digby Mackworth Dolben 1848 - 1867 who was born in the channel Island of Guernsey and was educated at Eton,where he became a friend of Robert Bridges 1844 - 1930 ( poet who was made poet laureate in 1913) a distant cousin ...He had strong leanings to Catholicism and on occasions dressed in the habit of a Benedictine monk....his untimely death occured whilst swimming in a river in Northamptonshire...This unforgatable beautiful poem almost protheticaly is surely a cry for release from suffering.... Regards.. Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video sound recording copyright Jim Clark 2003/2008 Sister Death My sister Death! I pray thee come to me Of thy sweet charity, And be my nurse but for a little while; I will indeed lie still, And not detain thee long, when once is spread, Beneath the yew,my bed: I will not ask for lillies or for roses; But when the evening closes, Just take from any brook a single knot Of pale forget me not, And lay them in my hand,until I wake, For his dear sake; For should he ever pas and by me stand, He might understand - ) Then heal the passion and the fever With one cool kiss, for ever. Author: Poetrylad Tags: Digby Mackworth Dolben Sister Death Poem Animation victorian poet christina rossetti kipling lewis carroll beddoes patmore ts elliot john mccrae wilfred owen alan seeger Posted: 11 March 2008 Rating: 0.0 Votes: 0

Heres five wonderful Christina Rossetti poems set to music. She is the greatest ever female poet in my opinion a lady who could conjure mysticism from words like no other before or after her. Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video sound recording copyright Jim Cark 2007Author: Poetrylad Tags: Christina Rossetti Victorian poems poet poetry recital uphill echo remember ernest dowson kipling tennyson yeats mackworth dolben plarr beddoes patmore keats Posted: 06 March 2008 Rating: 0.0 Votes: 0

Here is a virtual movie of the Victorian Gothic poet Thomas Lovell Beddoes reading his unforgetable poem Dream Pedlary You can find out more about Thomas Lovell Beddoes by visiting the Phantom Wooer website at.. http://www.phantomwooer.org/ Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video sound recording copyright Jim Clark 2008Author: Poetrylad Tags: Thomas Lovell Beddoes Dream Pedlary victorian gothic poem poetry christina rossetti ernest dowson lionell johnson mackworth dolben patmore plarr henley keats animation Posted: 03 March 2008 Rating: 0.0 Votes: 0

Here is a virtual movie of Victorian Gothic poet Thomas Lovell Beddoes Reading His poem The Dance of Death The poem is read superbly by publisher and poet Alan Halsey you can find out more about Thomas Lovell Beddoes by visiting the Phantom Wooer website at.. http://www.phantomwooer.org/ Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video sound recording copyright Jim Clark 2007Author: Poetrylad Tags: Thomas Lovell Beddoes The Dance of Death gothic poetry ernest dowson christina rossetti william henley plar patmore digby mackworth dolben victorian 19th century poem Posted: 02 March 2008 Rating: 0.0 Votes: 0

Heres is a virtual movie of Lewis Carroll reading his much loved poem Jabberwocky. The poem is read superbly by Justin Brett Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video sound recording copyright Jim Clark 2008 Lewis Carroll (1832-1898) from Through the Looking Glass Jabberwocky 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch! He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought– So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came wiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. Author: Poetrylad Tags: Lewis Carroll Jabberwocky alice in wonderland looking glass poem poetry animation ermest dowson rossetti mackworth dolben patmore victorian 19th Century nineteenth animated Posted: 02 March 2008 Rating: 0.0 Votes: 0