One of my favorite poems
Upon the midnight with no pain while thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad in such an ecstasy still wouldst thou sing and I have ears in vain to thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird. No hungry generations tread thee down the voice I hear this passing night was heard in ancient days by emperor and clown. Perhaps the self same song that found a path through the sad heart of Ruth when sick for home she stood in tears amid the alien corn
Cheyonia Wade
@Chey · 0:32
You. I really like this one. I love the way you read it. It sounds so oh, my God. So relevant. Would you I was checking. I don't know if I'm looking in the right places, but I was looking to see who who wrote that one. I'd like to check it out, if you don't mind. It
Hi, Che. I'm so glad that the poem spoke to you. It was written a couple of hundred years ago, and it really travels well, doesn't it? It's written by John Keats. It's called Ode to a Nightingale. And I linked it, actually, to my post. If you touch where the little picture of Keats is there, I think it will take you to the Poetry Foundation and on their website you'll be able to read the poem. So good luck
Swell Team
@Swell · 0:15
Deborah Pardes
@DBPardes · 1:08
You know, it's funny. I love how you read poems, too. I was thinking, wouldn't it be cool if some of your students read poems here on Swell? After hearing you read your poem, I've always felt like it would be beautiful as a sort of repository of people's voices interpreting their favorite poems
