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T. S. Eliot reading his poems and choruses

By: T. S. Eliot
Narrated by: T. S. Eliot
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A selection of poems and choruses read by T. S. Eliot himself, recorded in 1959.

Poems : A song for Simeon, Ash wednesday, Family reunion Act II, Marina, Mr Eliot's Sunday morning, Murder in the cathedral Part I, O light invisible from the roc, Portrait of a Lady, Preludes, The love song of Alfred Prufo, Triumphal march from Coriolan.©Compagnie du Savoir (P)2016 Astorg Audio Classics
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Superb poetry, timeless , his voice suits the words , lovely very moving takes one to a different plane of thought

Entrancing

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Lovely to hear the poet read his work, and great work it is; evidently, I see from this vantage point, timeless.

Gorgeous

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The young are red and pustular. Superfetation. Lord, I am not worthy.

There is nothing at all to be done about it / There is nothing to do about anything.

Along the garden wall the bees / With hairy bellies pass between / The staminate and pistilate / Blest office of the epicene.

The starved crow sits in the field, attentive / and in the wood the owl rehearses the hollow note of death.

Moon light and star light, owl and moth light / Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.

Polyphiloprogenitive Gorgeosity

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