I hope I managed to capture that light and colour with these images in the video. It’s a very beautiful poem.
Best wishes
Lis Goodwin – your voice coach
I hope I managed to capture that light and colour with these images in the video. It’s a very beautiful poem.
Best wishes
Lis Goodwin – your voice coach
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,-
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet headLike one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer homeThan oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson is very good for description, and I enjoy this – she is painting a picture with words!
I hope you enjoy it
Best wishes
Lis Goodwin, your voice coach
The duties of the Wind are few,
To cast the ships, at Sea,
Establish March, the Floods escort,
And usher Liberty.
The pleasures of the Wind are broad,
To dwell Extent among,
Remain, or wander,
Speculate, or Forests entertain.
The kinsmen of the Wind are Peaks
Azof – the Equinox,
Also with Bird and Asteroid
A bowing intercourse.
The limitations of the Wind
Do he exist, or die,
Too wise he seems for Wakelessness,
However, know not i.