I was scrolling through my Twitter feed the other day when I ran across a tweet from Interesting Literature summarising the history of English Poetry in just 8 poems. I know, tall order right?
I was intrigued.
And as I read them it struck me as the perfect opportunity for some poetry reading!
So I read them. And recorded them. And here they are in a Soundcloud Playlist. Hop over, have a listen and say â€˜Hiâ€™. Iâ€™d love to know what you think.
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And, in case that link doesn’t work, here’s another.
The History of English Poetry in 8 Poems Playlist
Complete with poorly remembered A Level Eng Lit Middle English pronunciation
You can read the original article,which includes commentary, over at the Interesting Literature blog.
“Untitled” by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Read by Madame Arkadina Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love can not fill the thickened lung with […]
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