Ben Whishaw singing from The Tempest, Act V, Scene I
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Ben Whishaw reading poems about the sea. I am drowning.
‘One Day I wrote her name upon the strand’ by Edmund Spenser
‘Ode To The Sea’ (extract) by Pablo Neruda
‘Dover Beach’ by Matthew Arnold
‘The Inspector of Tides’ by Michael Dransfield
‘Annabel Lee’ by Edgar Allan Poe
‘Love sonnet LXXVIII’ by Pablo Neruda
(From the Poetica podcast, “Tides.”)
Ben Whishaw reading two poems by Pablo Neruda, “Ode to the Sea” and “Love Sonnet LXXVII.”
Death is only the stone of oblivion.
I love you. Into your mouth I kiss happiness.
Let’s gather firewood. Let’s light a fire on the mountain.
(My edit from the Poetica podcast “Tides.”)