At the round earth's made up sharp bits...

Continuing with the poetry theme here are a couple of links:

Historical Recordings at the Poetry Archive. These are recordings of poets reading their own poems and include Yeats - who didn't sound like I'd expected at all, more Scottish than Irish - Siegfried Sassoon, and Tennyson. Unfortunately the Tennyson recording is so old and wonky he sounds a bit like like a dalek, but there he is reciting "The Charge of the Light Brigade": "Into the jaws of death, into the mouth of I-don't-want-to-curse, rode the six hundred", as someone in my Granpa's class at school once put it...

There's also a rather strange site Words of One Beat which does exactly what it says on the tin, rewriting well-know poems using only words of one syllable. The title of this entry is from their version of Donne's "At the round earth's imagined corners" which I still don't understand the last line of. If anyone has any idea what he meant, please let me know.

And finally, here's my latest attempt at an exercise from Chapter III (Tetrameter): a poem about seahorse religion (if such a thing exists) in the style of Blake...

Seahorse bursting from the core
Of the father, seen no more.
Hippocampal legend born:
A god who leaves his child forlorn.