Poet’s Corner
One poem. One flight. Music underneath. Every piece here is short enough to hear in a single sitting — a famous poem, an old blessing, or a saying worth keeping — read aloud over film shot from the air, with the words printed beneath so you can read along.
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An Irish Blessing
Traditional
A minute over the west of Ireland — hills in the morning mist, a river opening into a lake, a wet village under a rainbow, a round tower in a green field, a road climbing to the sea, and the cliffs at last light.
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The Swing
Robert Louis Stevenson
A minute of going up — a rope swing hanging in an old walled garden, then up over the wall to rivers and trees and cattle and all, down onto the brown roof, and up into the blue again.
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Two minutes of winter dusk — a snowbound farm lane, woods filling up with snow, a lit farmhouse across a frozen lake, a horse and sleigh on the road, and the deep dark woods at the end.
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The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood — filmed from above, where you can finally see both of them at once. Two minutes over autumn hardwood, grassy tracks and old stone walls.
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If—
Rudyard Kipling
Thirty-two lines of quiet advice from a father to a son, read over a three-minute flight across hills, gorges, moors, storms, mountains and out to open sea at sunrise.
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The Tyger
William Blake
Two minutes in the forests of the night — firefly embers between the trunks, a tiger moving through moonlit grass, a furnace burning in the dark rock, meteors falling across the sky, and the great cat walking away into the black.
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Three Irish Sayings
Traditional
Three old sayings — one about friends, one about long life, one for the road — read by an old Irish voice over a minute's flight along the west coast at golden hour.
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Filmed next, in this order. Each one is a real poem in the public domain, matched to a real landscape.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
W. B. Yeats2 minNine bean rows and a hive for the honey bee. Low over reed beds and a small wooded island at first light, with linnet wings on the wind.
Flight: Lough Gill and the wooded islands of County Sligo, dawn
Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson1 minOne small bird, one enormous storm. A minute of gulls holding position over a grey and heaving sea.
Flight: A winter coast in high wind, seabirds working the gale
Sea Fever
John Masefield1 minI must go down to the seas again. Long low passes over open ocean and a tall ship running before the wind.
Flight: Open Atlantic at midday, following a square-rigger under full sail
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
William Wordsworth2 minTen thousand daffodils, tossing their heads in sprightly dance — from the one place you can actually count them.
Flight: An English lake shore in April, low over a mile of wild daffodils