Richard Burton reads John Donne's poem 'The Good Morrow'
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- Опубліковано 7 вер 2024
- THE GOOD-MORROW.
by John Donne
I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ?
'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear ;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
Magical words spoken with a magical voice - how I miss this literary genius - someone who read the classics equally as vorariously as Agatha Christie - no doubting his acting mastery - but to listen to the words of a poet or playwright whispered or roared by the Godlike voice of this towering intellect still gives me goosebumps - nobody like him today - colli am byth.
One of the best poets of all times, one of Britain’s best. And well read by Richard Burton.
But he does have a lovely voice, a pleasure to listen to.
The voice
double joy to be seduced by that voice and those wondrous words.
But Brasilcork, I did say he had a splendid voice! Certainly the best I have ever heard, and I treasure his recording of Dylan Thomas's Under Milk Wood. I just said that his tone here was more elegiac than passionate, and that it seemed to me that this poem was more suited to a younger person. But in terms of voice and reading, I agree with you, he is matchless.
I agree, Burton's tone is elegiac rather than passionate. These verses were written by a a man in his early twenties, perhaps someone like Tom Hiddleston would do this lovely poem justice. But what a splendid voice Richard Burton had! Even here, where he is not at his best (or not really suited) he makes the poem his, especially in the latter part.
I quite like this reading as it is but you have a point. There’s a recent reading on the UA-cam channel “Poetry from the Shires” of this, which you might prefer. The reader is a very young English actor and poet name of Arthur L Wood.
To all young actors….listen and…
i agree with lizzie
@JuanMacready Richard Burton CBE
You're wrong. Burton is matchless.
When he reads Dylan Thomas I go to different world I
I agree - I would love to hear Tom Hiddleston read this. Every reading I can find is by an older person and either is over-the-top or just lacks emotion altogether. Burton is about the best but there is no intensity there. Shame because like Brasilcork says passion and age can still go together, I just don't see it here. The best rendering so far is in the film Tristan and Isolde,which sounds natural but has feeling but unfortunately only has the last verse
This is an interpretation of those words. In fact the person who posted the poem gets the last line slightly wrong. It should be, 'none do slacken, none can die.' Burton is contemplative. The desire for passion is yours. Youth has no more passion than age. The dying of the light etc.
sounds like anthony hopkins, and the others. actually i think they are, burton had a much lower and stronger voice
There is civilisation out there. Hi
Tristan + Isolde. I love Sofia Myles' reading, but it's only a fragment.
Burton is too old. He does not catch the passionate energy and character of the poem. This is a man awaking to the staggering effect of a real, mature, and all encompassing love which he has never felt before.
Really true
That was so poorly done. Not only quick, but with no real emphasis on the important passages.
You're wrong. Burton is matchless.