World Poets

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" is one of the timeless poems written by William Shakespeare. It is one of the most famous soliloquies in William Shakespeare's tragedy Macbeth. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Read by Mark Leder https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-233-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Hopeless - Jimena Contreras -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/shakespeare-poet-writer-author-67698/ https://pixabay.com/videos/hands-candle-candlelight-prayer-75702/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"To be, or not to be" is one of the timelss poems written by William Shakespeare. It is a part of Shakespeare's well-known play Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1. To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause—there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. -- Read by Mark Leder https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-233-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS Music The Blue Pearl - Jesse Gallagher -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/shakespeare-poet-writer-author-67698/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam is a mind-blowing poem written by Omar Khayyam (1048-1131 CE), a Persian astronomer, mathematician, and philosopher. Rubaiyat was rendered into English Verse by Edward Fitzgerald. This poem holds a unique place in the world classics as well as the English literature. The poem consists of quatrains. Each quatrain is a meditation on the nature of life. Omar Khayyam questions things most people around him took for granted: faith, the hereafter, and the meaning of life. He had little confidence in the promises of religion. He throws doubt on the doctrines of Heaven and Hell, furthermore he questions the logic of God. There was only one thing he was certain about, it is this life that must be lived and enjoyed to the end. -- The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam is illustrated by Edmund Dulac, and read by AidanVox https://librivox.org/a-multilingual-rubaiyat-by-omar-khayyam/ --- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Relaxing Bensound.com/free-music-for-videos License code: QX6Q4FUEJFY3LDLR -- Solo Cello Passion - Doug Maxwell_Media Right Productions -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/flower-water-lily-lily-lotus-159951/ https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-snow-74183/ https://pixabay.com/videos/lake-house-waves-sunset-coast-149153/ https://pixabay.com/videos/light-rays-laser-beam-of-light-84893/ https://pixabay.com/videos/ocean-sea-landscape-ship-fog-103002/ https://pixabay.com/videos/particles-stars-twinkling-movement-323/ https://pixabay.com/videos/starry-sky-seis-am-schlern-14955/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/frame-border-silver-decorative-7593798/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/nebula-galaxy-space-background-2265484/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline ===

Jalal ad-Din Rumi (1207-1273) is a Persian poet known simply as Rumi. He is one of the most popular poets in the world. Rumi was also a mystic, belonging to the Sufi tradition in Islam. He wrote in Persian, Turkish, Arabic, and even (at times) Greek. So even in his own day, there was something universal and even cosmopolitan about Rumi’s wisdom and ideas. -- "Those who don't feel this Love" (Ode 314) Those who don't feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in sunset like supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep. This Love is beyond the study of theology, that old trickery and hypocrisy. If you want to improve your mind that way, sleep on. I've given up on my brain. I've torn the cloth to shreds and thrown it away. If you're not completely naked, wrap your beautiful robe of words around you, and sleep. -- Translated by Coleman Barks Read by Kayvan Sylvan https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-001/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Spirit of Fire - Jesse Gallagher -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/wave-painting-drawing-artistic-81840/ Mewlana Jalal ad-Din Rumi https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Only Breath" is one of the greatest poems written by Jalal ad-Din Rumi (1207-1273). Some literary Iranian critics deny it was written by Rumi. Anyway, "Only Breath" is marvelously shows how the human spiritual experience is one in all world cultures and religions. Different names are given to the same phenomenon. -- Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion or cultural system. I am not from the East or the West, not out of the ocean or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal. not composed of elements at all. I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story. My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul. I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being. -- Translated by Coleman Barks -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Ether Real - Density & Time -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/videos/space-stars-universe-galaxy-cosmos-19053/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"The Enemy" is one of the famous poems of the French poet Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867). THE ENEMY My youth swept by in storm and cloudy gloom, Lit here and there by glimpses of the sun; But in my garden, now the storm is done, Few fruits are left to gather purple bloom. Here have I touched the autumn of the mind; And now the careful spade to labor comes, Smoothing the earth torn by waves and wind, Full of great holes, like open mouths of tombs. And who knows if the flowers whereof I dream Shall find, beneath this soil washed like the stream, The force that bids them into beauty start? O grief! O grief! Time eats our life away, And the dark Enemy that gnaws our heart Grows with the ebbing life-blood of his prey! -- Translated by Miss Katharine Hillard. Read by Caprisha Page https://librivox.org/library-of-the-worlds-best-literature-ancient-and-modern-volume-4-by-charles-dudely-warner-ed/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Ether Real - Density & Time -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/videos/trees-fog-forest-dark-nature-73290/ https://pixabay.com/photos/sunset-tree-silhouette-dusk-lonely-3156176/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%C3%89tienne_Carjat,_Portrait_of_Charles_Baudelaire,_circa_1862.jpg Étienne Carjat, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Death" is one of the famous poems of the French poet Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867). DEATH Ho, Death, Boatman Death, it is time we set sail; Up anchor, away from this region of blight: Though ocean and sky are like ink for the gale, Thou knowest our hearts are consoled with the light. Thy poison pour out--it will comfort us well; Yea--for the fire that burns in our brain We would plunge through the depth, be it heaven or hell, Through the fathomless gulf--the new vision to gain. -- Translated for the 'Library of the World's Best Literature.' Read by Caprisha Page https://librivox.org/library-of-the-worlds-best-literature-ancient-and-modern-volume-4-by-charles-dudely-warner-ed/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC For Originz by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100700 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-90877/ https://pixabay.com/photos/tombstone-lantern-graveyard-fantasy-2542946/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%C3%89tienne_Carjat,_Portrait_of_Charles_Baudelaire,_circa_1862.jpg Étienne Carjat, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Be Drunken" is one of the famous prose poems of the French poet Charles Baudelaire. Baudelaire implores the reader to find something in life to be utterly consumed with. He uses “drunken” as a symbol for whatever might give one passion and joy for life — thus distracting them from the oppressive nature of time. -- Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually. Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. -- Translated by Symons Read by Winston Tharp https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-117/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Drunken Sailor - Cooper Cannell -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/man-drinking-alcohol-drunk-homeless-7722086/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/human-fantasy-landscape-nature-6051153/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%C3%89tienne_Carjat,_Portrait_of_Charles_Baudelaire,_circa_1862.jpg Étienne Carjat, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline --

"The Prophet" is one of the great Russian poet Alexander Pushkin. It is one of his more impressive poems, and has been much translated into a lot of other languages. "The Prophet" refers to the biblical story in which God's angel appeared to the prophet Isaiah. According to the plot of the Bible, a person impressed by this meeting became a preacher, but did not meet with understanding among the people. -- Translated by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky https://ruverses.com/alexander-pushkin/the-prophet/151/ -- Read by Kevin W. Davidson https://librivox.org/modern-russian-poetry-an-anthology-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Spirit of Fire - Jesse Gallagher Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jesaja_(Michelangelo).jpg Michelangelo, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons --- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Madonna" is one of the great Russian poet Alexander Pushkin's poems. It was dedicated to Natalia Goncharova, who was to become Pushkin’s wife. The title plays on two meanings of ‘Madonna’ – the first is religious, while the second goes back to troubadour poetry and the literal translation of ‘madonna’ as ‘my lady’. -- Translated by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky https://ruverses.com/alexander-pushkin/the-prophet/151/ -- Read by Kevin W. Davidson https://librivox.org/modern-russian-poetry-an-anthology-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC For Originz by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100700 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ The Small Cowper Madonna https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Raphael,_The_Small_Cowper_Madonna,_c._1505,_NGA_1196.jpg National Gallery of Art, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons --- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline