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Read by Edna O’Brien, Bob Geldof, Grey Gowrie + 2 others
O’Driscoll drove with a song The wild duck and the drake From the tall and the tufted reeds Of the drear Hart Lake. And he saw how the reeds grew…
Read by Grey Gowrie & Sinéad Cusack
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set the cocks a-crow. Swear by those horsemen, by those women…
Read by Mariella Frostrup, Edna O’Brien, Sinéad Cusack + 3 others
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes…
Read by Fiona Shaw, Patrick Kennedy, Simon Callow + 2 others
Why should not old men be mad? Some have known a likely lad That had a sound fly-fisher’s wrist Turn to a drunken journalist; A girl that knew all Dante…
Read by Seamus Heaney, Sinéad Cusack & Lisa Dwan
What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer to shivering prayer, until You have dried the…
Read by Fiona Shaw, Patrick Kennedy, Edna O’Brien + 1 other
A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed: and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown….
Read by Fiona Shaw, Patrick Kennedy, Edna O’Brien + 2 others
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide…
Read by Sinéad Cusack
The bees build in the crevices Of loosening masonry, and there The mother birds bring grubs and flies. My wall is loosening; honey-bees, Come build in the empty house of…
Read by Edna O’Brien, Patrick Kennedy & Grey Gowrie
Now must I these three praise – Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because no thought, Nor those unpassing cares, No, not in these…
Read by Rupert Graves
Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare? His numbers, though they moved or seemed to move In marble or in bronze, lacked character. But boys and girls, pale from…
Read by Fiona Shaw, Sinéad Cusack, Patrick Kennedy + 1 other
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats,…
Read by Ruth Negga, Edna O’Brien & Simon Callow
If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity’s displayed: I’m…