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Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the travellers journey…
The sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and thrush, The…
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel…
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry ” ‘weep!…
Is this a holy thing to see, In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reducd to misery, Fed with cold and usurous…
The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek…
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay I had climbed the higher…
Read by Elizabeth McGovern, Michael Maloney, Guy Paul + 2 others
extract A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will…
Read by Alexandra Dowling & Damian Lewis
Those blessèd structures, plot and rhyme – why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, not…
Read by Lisa Dwan, Emilia Fox & Kelly Reilly
We came upon him sitting in the sun Blinded by war, and left. And past the fence There came young soldiers from…
Read by Samuel West & Deborah Findlay
Come To Sunny Prestatyn Laughed the girl on the poster, Kneeling up on the sand In tautened white satin. Behind her, a…
Read by Harold Pinter
On the day of the explosion Shadows pointed towards the pithead: In the sun the slagheap slept. Down the lane came men…
