"If I Were Tickled by the Rub of Love" Read Aloud by Dylan Thomas


If I Were Tickled by the Rub of Love

Read aloud by Dylan Thomas

(from Salon.com)

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If I were tickled by the rub of love,
A rooking girl who stole me for her side,
Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string,   
If the red tickle as the cattle calve
Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung,
I would not fear the apple nor the flood
Nor the bad blood of spring.

NPR: Character And Voice: Picks For National Poetry Month

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Character And Voice: Picks For National Poetry Month

I've discovered over my years of reading poems that voice is incredibly important to me. Whether it's the voice of an omniscient narrator or a narrator who's telling the story in the first person, I need to be captivated by the tone and language in order to get into the work and keep reading.

"Birches" read by Robert Frost

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning

Florence And The Machine Performs 'You've Got The Love'

Thanks Kathleen for getting me addicted to NPR First Listens.

 

This voice reminds me of Michelle Shocked if that means anything to you.