Category Archives: Not American Poets

Dylan Thomas reads Fern Hill

… From a Caedmon recording Dylan Thomas reads Fern Hill, his poem of green and golden childhood. Enjoy. … … … …Fern Hill … … …

Dame Edith Sitwell reads Still Falls the Rain

… During the London Blitz in 1940, Edith Sitwell wrote Still Falls the Rain, perhaps her most famous poem, a Good Friday poem that ponders human suffering and the salvation of the soul, a harbinger of Dame Edith’s conversion to Catholicism. When I was a […]

A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London by Dylan Thomas

… … … Never until the mankind making Bird beast and flower Fathering and all humbling darkness Tells with silence the last light breaking And the still hour Is come of the sea tumbling in harness And I must enter again the round Zion of […]

In Memory of W.B. Yeats

… Last week, 77 years ago, William Butler Yeats died on January 28, 1939 at Hôtel Idéal Séjour, in Menton, France. His later years remain controversial; he became more conservative as his anti-democratic sympathies grew, as well as his admiration of Mussolini, which was encouraged […]

Dylan Thomas reads Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

… … Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning […]

Alfred Corn reads English Renaissance Poets

… Today is April 23, the day Shakespeare was born and died. He’d be 453. In celebration here is the poet Alfred Corn reading poems of Renaissance English poets including Shakespeare that I recorded at the New York Botanical Garden in June of 2013. These […]

Ah! Sunflower by William Blake

… for Rosemary Mayer Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the travellers journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: Arise from their […]

Corso, Keats and Shelley

… One night at the Ukranian bar across from St Marks after a poetry reading, Gregroy Corso and I argued about who was the better poet, Shelley or Keats. Gregory thought Shelley was better because according to him Shelley represented the Romantic ideal more perfectly […]

Pomes Penyeach

… I was looking for a little chapbook of Pomes Penyeach by James Joyce that I bought in the 70s at Middle Earth Books in Philly, but I can’t find it. I really have had a hankering for the Pomes. This afternoon dangling from a […]

In Drear Nighted December

… July 22, 2011 The crown on the Statue of Liberty is 110 and they’re not letting the tourists in. How hot is it? My friend Jeff fried an egg on the sidewalk. The sweat forms like ticklish snails growing heavier sliding down my cheeks […]