Tuesday, May 01, 2007

The Waking

Here is a video clip of my Angst to Art Students visiting our campus graveyard to read poetry. These clips are accompanied by Theodore Roethke's reading of his poem, "The Waking." I took the video footage with no plan in mind and have simply been arranging it in ways that suit me.

4 comments:

Erin said...

This is beautiful, Theresa! Plus it makes me nostalgic for the campus.

Anonymous said...

Hearing this poem read like this, with the video, brings it to life. Who is the reader? The voice and pacing are perfect. Teagrapple

Anonymous said...

Have loved this poem for years- What a wonderful end of semester project! Gretchen

V said...

I`ve just sent this to my Sandy,
Lovely!
V

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