"Song of Myself" is one of the great poems written by the American poet Walt Whitman (1819–1892), included in "Leaves of Grass". Ralph Waldo Emerson praised this poem for its "wit and wisdom". -- The past and present wilt—I have fill'd them, emptied them. And proceed to fill my next fold of the future. Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab. Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through with his supper? Who wishes to walk with me? Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late? -- Read by Newgatenovelist https://librivox.org/song-of-myself-section-51-by-walt-whitman/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Magenta - Sextile -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/fantasy-landscape-monumental-statue-3342338/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"I heard a Fly buzz when I died" is a poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). It is one of her most famous and ambiguous poems, talking about the moment of death from the perspective of a person who is already dead. This death seems to follow standard protocol: the speaker is on their deathbed and surrounded by mourners, and their will is squared away. However, the irritating figure of the fly arrives and undermines the seriousness and gravity of the occasion. Though spoken from the great beyond, the poem offers no easy answers about death, instead casting doubt on religious and social comforts. -- I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm The eyes around had wrung them dry, And breaths were gathering firm For that last onset, when the king Be witnessed in the room. I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me be Assignable,– and then it was There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed and then I could not see to see. -- Read by Lee Ann Howlett https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-035/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Trieste - Josh Lippi & The Overtimers -- Photos and vids https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%27At_the_Deathbed%27_by_Edvard_Munch,_1895,_Bergen_Kunstmuseum.JPG Edvard Munch, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-90877/ https://pixabay.com/photos/fly-bluebottle-garden-insect-bug-2750566/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Octave_Tassaert_-_Woman_on_her_deathbed.jpg Octave Tassaert, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline ===

"I felt a Funeral in my Brain", is a poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). It is a terrifying poem, as the speaker explores the idea of what it would feel like to be conscious after death. The words and imagery used suggest that perhaps the speaker was talking about the death of her sanity rather than her own physical death. While both interpretations remain viable possibilities, there seems to be greater connections and symbolism that support the idea of the speaker’s experiencing her own actual physical death. -- I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb - And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space - began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here - -- Read by Nikolle Doolin https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-003/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Echoes of Time v2 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=USUAN1300030 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-90877/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/halloween-2019-darkness-chilling-4573173/ https://pixabay.com/photos/grave-cemetery-death-lviv-ukraine-3113898/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"A Negro Love Song" is a poem written by the African American poet and novelist Paul Laurence Dunbar. The poem is about an African American man walking his girlfriend home after a date at night. The man shows his affection and love towards his girl. The man asks her if she loves him as much as he loves her, and she says that she does. Paul Laurence Dunbar wrote this poem in Historical Black American English (called African American Vernacular English). -- Read by Victoria Grace https://librivox.org/african-american-collection-july-2007/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Dove Love - Quincas Moreira -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/photos/nature-forest-trees-light-sun-fog-3151869/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ --- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline === COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER Images and Videos shown in my videos belong to their owners who kindly allowed them to be used free with attribution. The aims of my videos are educational.

We Wear the Mask is a poem written by the African American poet and novelist Paul Laurence Dunbar in 1895. It was a reaction to the experience of being black in America in the late 19th century, following the Civil War, a period when life seemed to have improved for black Americans, yet in reality, was still marked by intense racism and hardship. Dunbar compares surviving the pain of oppression to wearing a mask that hides the suffering of its wearer, while presenting a more joyful face to the world. The poem does not specifically mention race; its message is applicable to any circumstance in which marginalized people are forced to present a brave face in order to survive in an unsympathetic, prejudiced society. -- Read by Shawn Craig Smith https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-085-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC --- Drums of the Deep 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=USUAN1400021 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ --- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/vectors/mask-carnival-face-acting-costume-151244/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Mending Wall" is a thought-provoking poem written by Robert Frost. The poem revolves around two neighbours who meet to mend the stone wall separating their farms. The poem emphasizes that having clear boundaries between ourselves and others leads to healthy relationships between neighbours because they won’t fall out over petty territorial disputes or ‘invading each other’s space’. -- Read by Alan Davis Drake https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-022/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Island Dream - Chris Haugen -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/ruin-leftovers-stone-wall-expired-2933741/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"I'm Nobody! Who are you?" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). It is one of Dickinson's most popular poems. It addresses “a universal feeling of being on the outside." It is a poem about "us against them" -- I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us — don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! -- Read by Alan Davis Drake https://librivox.org/im-nobody-by-emily-dickinson/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Atlantean Twilight 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=USUAN1100322 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ --- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/vectors/man-moon-silhouette-mountain-night-7750139/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/tree-branches-silhouette-moon-5480239/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"The Raven" is one of the most famous narrative poems written by American writer Edgar Allan Poe. The Raven is often noted for its musicality, stylized language, and supernatural atmosphere. It tells of a distraught lover who is paid a mysterious visit by a talking raven. The lover is lamenting the loss of his love, Lenore. Sitting on a bust of Pallas, the raven seems to further antagonize the protagonist with its constant repetition of the word "Nevermore". The poem makes use of folk, mythological, religious, and classical references. -- Read by Justin Wilson https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-209-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 Forest of Fear - Aakash Gandhi sound effect: Crow Call -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/king-of-the-ravens-raven-castle-804144/ 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