The Wild Swans at Coole

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Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 16th of October 2017 on Red Kite Radio.

This week we read and analyse the poem, The Wild Swans at Coole, written by one of the greatest poets of the 20th Century, William Butler Yeats.

It is believed by many that Yeats used this poem to explore the frailty of human life. When the poem was published in 1917 the world was in the grip of The Great War and, having turned fifty, Yeats believed he was entering the twilight of his life.

Poetic Beats is becoming so popular we had a visit, in this programme, from one of the local pilots who brought his plane close to the studio to get a better listen.

For those of you who can’t access the recording, the text version of the poem is added after the sound bar.

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The Wild Swans at Coole

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

William Butler Yeats.

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The World’s Gone Conkers

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Welcome to this week’s edition of Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 9th of October 2017 on Red Kite Radio.

In this show we look at the sport of conkers and give a potted history of the once favourite schoolyard activity. Davy D relives, in poetic form, the time he defeated a Goliath and became the school conker king. We also bring a recent and revealing update on the recent world conker championships that took place on the 8th of October 2017 in the UK.

For those of you who can’t access the recording, the text version of the Poem, The Conkerer, used in this programme is added after the sound bar.

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The Conkerer

It was the greatest day the school had seen
Since Mrs Bleasdale met the Queen.
A schoolyard filled with every form
Anticipating the coming storm.

In the distance stood Basher White,
His twenty-fiver bathed in light,
Staring at me, his next conquest,
Wearing oversize shoes and a white string vest.

But I knew Basher was not all there,
There was stacks of space beneath his hair.
For days I prepared for what was coming,
Baking my conker in the kitchen oven,
And with some varnish made it tough.
Whatever Basher had would never be enough.

As a Roman God he strode towards me,
His squinting eyes lined me up,
I felt the force of his twenty- fiver,
From the cup of doom, I was about to sup.

Fate she smiled on me that day.
Basher’s shot missing by a country mile.
In return I hit the bulls-eye,
From his face removed his snarl.

Like the FA cup I was hoisted high,
Paraded around every class in school.
Basher never did discover my secret,
The day I turned him from bully to fool.

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