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Read by Jeremy Irons & Ralph Fiennes
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread…
Read by Ralph Fiennes
Clocks cannot tell our time of day For what event to pray Because we have no time, because We have no time until We know what time we fill, Why…
Read by Patrick Kennedy, Ralph Fiennes & Joanna David
The sense of danger must not disappear: The way is certainly both short and steep, However gradual it looks from here; Look if you like, but you will have to…
Our earth in 1969 Is not the planet I call mine, The world, I mean, that gives me strength To hold off chaos at arm’s length. My Eden landscapes and…
If all a top physicist knows About the Truth be true, Then, for all the so-and-so’s, Futility and grime, Our common world contains, We have a better time Than the…
Read by Charlotte Rampling, Kristin Scott Thomas, John Standing + 1 other
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born…
Read by Bob Geldof
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not…
Read by Jeremy Irons
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three? – My friend, or the mistress of my friend With her wanton…
Read by Charles Dance
You’ll love me yet! – and I can tarry Your love’s protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry From seeds of April’s sowing. I plant a heartful…
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind; But although I take your meaning, ’tis with…
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I…
Read by Patrick Kennedy
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite, The…