I recited a poem by E.E. Cummings called "Little Tree"
I had to record this multiple times.
After awhile my throat started to feel dry and saliva kept filling my mouth as I kept talking...
When I finally got it and read through it decently, I quickly found myself listening to my own voice afterwards.
And boy did I sound dumb.
Please note that I made a few mistake when pronouncing some words.
poem: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176724
me blabbering: http://snd.sc/1hGHtyT
Yes I chose a Christmas poem.
Aww, Christmas!
ReplyDeleteNce change from the more,Ethan morbid tone of the rest of the blog. I like this. Do more of this.
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[little tree] is such a great poem. It's more of an ode than just a straight poem as it seems to want to give the little cut down tree a purpose and a reason for being. The personification and care make it a sweet little piece of work. The large indents after "see" and "look" make it seem like the author is talking to a child who'll find whatever it is wonderful and awe inspiring and would need a moment to breath in whatever they "see".
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