When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats

It doesn’t matter how many times I watch this, I always get goosebumps. Words of poetry are just so beautiful when brought to life by being read aloud. It seems to me that they have even more power that way. I may never truly be a poet, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate (and sometimes envy) the power that poetry has–it’s something separate, something a bit different than prose and fiction.

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