The Poetry Exchange

In this episode, Lucy talks with us about the poem that has been a friend to her – "Hope is the thing with feathers" by Emily Dickinson.​Lucy joined The Poetry Exchange online, via video call, for one of our 'Lockdown Exchanges' that took place as part of City of Literature - a week of conversations, reflections and connections presented by the National Centre for Writing and Norfolk & Norwich Festival.​Many thanks to our partners, the National Centre for Writing and Norfolk & Norwich Festival for enabling this to go ahead in spite of the physical restrictions. Do visit them for more inspiration:​www.nnfestival.org.ukwww.nationalcentreforwriting.org.ukPlease also visit Lucy's website, 'The Rainbow Poems' to discover a space dedicated to sharing a colourful array of poems:www.therainbowpoems.co.ukFiona reads the gift reading of "Hope" is the thing with feathers.*********“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314) by Emily Dickinson“Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -I’ve heard it in the chillest land -And on the strangest Sea -Yet - never - in Extremity,It asked a crumb - of me.Emily Dickinson, "'Hope' is the Thing with Feathers" from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by Thomas H. Johnson, ed., Cambridge, Mass.: The Belknap Press of Harvard University press, Copyright © 1951, 1955, 1979, 1983 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, Stephen Beresford talks about the poem that has been a friend to him – 'Vers De Société' by Philip Larkin. ​Stephen Beresford is a highly acclaimed Film, TV and Theatre Writer, whose credits include his debut play The Last Of The Haussmans, which starred Julie Walters and Helen McCrory; Fanny and Alexander (an adaptation of the Ingmar Bergman film), and Pride - a film which tells the story of the lesbian and gay activists who raised money to help families affected by the British miners' strike in 1984. In 2020, Bereford's new play The Southbury Child was due to open at the Bridge Theatre, ultimately being performed in 2022 starring Alex Jennings and directed by Nicholas Hytner. Beresford wrote a new play Three Kings as part of Old Vic: In Camera series, produced and live-streamed during the COVID-19 pandemic in 2020.Stephen Beresford is in conversation with The Poetry Exchange hosts, Michael Shaeffer and Fiona Bennett.Michael reads the gift reading of 'Vers De Société'.*********Vers de Société by Philip LarkinMy wife and I have asked a crowd of crapsTo come and waste their time and ours: perhaps You’d care to join us? In a pig’s arse, friend. Day comes to an end.The gas fire breathes, the trees are darkly swayed. And so Dear Warlock-Williams: I’m afraid—Funny how hard it is to be alone.I could spend half my evenings, if I wanted, Holding a glass of washing sherry, canted Over to catch the drivel of some bitch Who’s read nothing but Which;Just think of all the spare time that has flownStraight into nothingness by being filled With forks and faces, rather than repaid Under a lamp, hearing the noise of wind, And looking out to see the moon thinned To an air-sharpened blade.A life, and yet how sternly it’s instilledAll solitude is selfish. No one nowBelieves the hermit with his gown and dish Talking to God (who’s gone too); the big wish Is to have people nice to you, which means Doing it back somehow.Virtue is social. Are, then, these routinesPlaying at goodness, like going to church?Something that bores us, something we don’t do well (Asking that ass about his fool research) But try to feel, because, however crudely, It shows us what should be?Too subtle, that. Too decent, too. Oh hell,Only the young can be alone freely.The time is shorter now for company,And sitting by a lamp more often bringsNot peace, but other things.Beyond the light stand failure and remorse Whispering Dear Warlock-Williams: Why, of course—Philip Larkin, 'Vers de Société' from Collected Poems. Copyright © Estate of Philip Larkin. Reprinted by permission of Faber and Faber, Ltd.Photo Credit: Rory Campbell Photography Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, Adrian talks about the poem that has been a friend to him – 'Fern Hill' by Dylan Thomas.​Adrian joined The Poetry Exchange online, for one of our 'Lockdown Exchanges' that took place as part of City of Literature - a week of conversations, reflections and connections presented by the National Centre for Writing and Norfolk & Norwich Festival. Our thanks also to David Higham Associates and Dylan Thomas Trust for permission to share the poem. Adrian is in conversation with The Poetry Exchange hosts, Fiona Bennett and Michal Shaeffer.Michael reads the gift reading of 'Fern Hill'.*****Fern Hillby Dylan ThomasNow as I was young and easy under the apple boughsAbout the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes,And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple townsAnd once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light.And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barnsAbout the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means,And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calvesSang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams.All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hayFields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air And playing, lovely and watery And fire green as grass. And nightly under the simple starsAs I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars Flying with the ricks, and the horses Flashing into the dark.And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer whiteWith the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all Shining, it was Adam and maiden, The sky gathered again And the sun grew round that very day.So it must have been after the birth of the simple lightIn the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm Out of the whinnying green stable On to the fields of praise.And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay houseUnder the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long, In the sun born over and over, I ran my heedless ways, My wishes raced through the house high hayAnd nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allowsIn all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs Before the children green and golden Follow him out of grace,Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take meUp to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fieldsAnd wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, writer and artist Rachel Eliza Griffiths talks about the poem that has been a friend to her – Remember by Joy Harjo.Rachel Eliza Griffiths is a luminous multi-media artist, poet, and writer. Her literary and visual work has been widely published in journals, magazines, anthologies, and periodicals including The New Yorker, The Paris Review, Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry, Best American Poetry, and many others. Griffiths is widely known for her literary portraits, fine art photography, and lyric videos. Her extensive video project, P.O.P (Poets on Poetry), an intimate series of micro-interviews, gathers nearly 100 contemporary poets in conversation, and is featured online by the Academy of American Poets. Griffiths is the author of Miracle Arrhythmia (Willow Books 2010), The Requited Distance (The Sheep Meadow Press 2011), Mule & Pear (New Issues Poetry & Prose 2011), and Lighting the Shadow (Four Way Books 2015), which was a finalist for the 2015 Balcones Poetry Prize and the 2016 Phillis Wheatley Book Award in Poetry. Her enthralling collection of poetry and photography, Seeing the Body, was published by W. W. Norton in June 2020, and her debut novel, Promise, was published by Penguin Random House in July 2023. We are very grateful to Joy Harjo and W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. for their permission to feature the poem in this way. 'Remember' can be found in She Had Some Horses: Poems by Joy Harjo, 2008, W. W. Norton & Company, Inc.Rachel Eliza visited The Poetry Exchange 'long distance' in an online conversation between London and New York. She is in conversation with The Poetry Exchange hosts, Michael Shaeffer and Fiona Bennett.*********Rememberby Joy HarjoRemember the sky that you were born under,know each of the star's stories.Remember the moon, know who she is.Remember the sun's birth at dawn, that is thestrongest point of time. Remember sundownand the giving away to night.Remember your birth, how your mother struggledto give you form and breath. You are evidence ofher life, and her mother's, and hers.Remember your father. He is your life, also.Remember the earth whose skin you are:red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earthbrown earth, we are earth.Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have theirtribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,listen to them. They are alive poems.Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows theorigin of this universe.Remember you are all people and all peopleare you.Remember you are this universe and thisuniverse is you.Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.Remember language comes from this.Remember the dance language is, that life is.Remember.'Remember' reproduced from She Had Some Horses: Poems by Joy Harjo (c) 2008 by Joy Harjo. Used with permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. All rights reserved. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Then or Now - the episode featuring the poetry of Adrienne Rich and our collaboration with Ballet Black is no longer available, since the full dance production was able to return to stages around the UK following the pandemic. Follow Ballet Black's work and latest tour dates here: https://balletblack.co.uk.*********We are delighted to share a special edition of The Poetry Exchange podcast featuring the score from Ballet Black’s new piece, Then or Now, choreographed by William Tuckett, which would have had its world premiere at The Barbican, London, on March 26th 2020.The score features poems by Adrienne Rich and the music of Heinrich Ignaz Franz von Biber (1644-1704), played by solo violinist Daniel Pioro. Poetry Direction is by The Poetry Exchange’s Founder and Director, Fiona Bennett and poems are voiced by Natasha Gordon, Michael Shaeffer and Hafsah Annela Bashir.It is with great thanks to the Adrienne Rich Estate and all the artists involved that we are able to share this unique collaboration between Ballet Black and The Poetry Exchange with you as a prelude to the full experience, once the ballet can be performed.Adrienne Rich is one of the greatest modern poets of our time. She was a tireless activist and ambassador for human rights and social justice. She was an active force in the Civil Rights Movement, a leading voice in the Feminist Movement and spoke out against all forms of oppression and injustice. Her exemplary approach to political activism, her scholarly and artistic integrity make her a highly relevant and vital source of inspiration for our time. She died in 2012 and her legacy is a defining force in the ongoing development of poetry.You can find out more about the life and work of Adrienne Rich through the Adrienne Rich Literary Trust.We are grateful to The Adrienne Rich Literary Trust and W.W. Norton and Company, Inc. for granting us permission to feature poems from Dark Fields of the Republic, published by W.W. Norton in 1995.The extraordinary work of violinist, Daniel Pioro can also be found here: www.danielpioro.com/Photo credit: Camilla Greenwell and Ballet Black Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, Laura Wade talks about the poem that has been a friend to her – 'Ashes of Life' by Edna St. Vincent Millay.Laura Wade is an Olivier award winning playwright and screenwriter. Her National Theatre play HOME, I’M DARLING premiered at Theatr Clwyd in 2018 before playing at the National, where it received rave reviews. HOME, I’M DARLING won the award for Best New Comedy at the 2019 Oliviers.Laura’s screenplay THE RIOT CLUB, an adaptation of her acclaimed 2010 stage play POSH, opened in cinemas on September 2014. The film is directed by Lone Scherfig and stars Max Irons, Sam Claflin and Douglas Booth. Laura has also adapted Sarah Waters’ TIPPING THE VELVET for the stage and in 2018, Laura adapted Jane Austen’s unfinished novel THE WATSONS for the stage for Chichester Festival Theatre.You can find out more about Edna St. Vincent Millay and read more of her poetry at the Poetry Foundation: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/edna-st-vincent-millayLaura visited The Poetry Exchange in London. She is in conversation with The Poetry Exchange hosts, Michael Shaeffer and Fiona Bennett.*****Ashes of Lifeby Edna St. Vincent MillayLove has gone and left me and the days are all alike;Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here!But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!Would that it were day again! — with twilight near!Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;This or that or what you will is all the same to me;But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, —There's little use in anything as far as I can see.Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrowThere's this little street and this little house. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, Sam talks about the poem that has been a friend to him – 'The Hug' by Thom Gunn.​Sam visited The Poetry Exchange in Manchester Central Library, as part of the celebrations of International Mother Language Day in the city.​Many thanks to our partners Manchester Poetry Library, Manchester Libraries and Manchester UNESCO City of Literature for hosting us so warmly.You can find 'The Hug' in 'The Man with Night Sweats' by Thom Gunn, published by Faber & Faber in the UK and Farrar, Straus & Giroux in the USA. ​Sam is in conversation with The Poetry Exchange team members, Sarah Butler and Alistair Snell.*****The Hug ​by Thom GunnIt was your birthday, we had drunk and dined   Half of the night with our old friend       Who'd showed us in the end   To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.       Already I lay snug,And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,       Suddenly, from behind,In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:        Your instep to my heel,    My shoulder-blades against your chest.    It was not sex, but I could feel    The whole strength of your body set,            Or braced, to mine,        And locking me to you    As if we were still twenty-two    When our grand passion had not yet        Become familial.    My quick sleep had deleted all    Of intervening time and place.        I only knewThe stay of your secure firm dry embrace.​Thom Gunn, 'The Hug' from 'The Man with Night Sweats.' Copyright © 1992 by Thom Gunn. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus & Giroux, LLC. All rights reserved Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, Victoria talks about the poem that has been a friend to her – 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' by Robert Frost.Victoria visited The Poetry Exchange in Battersea, London in 2019.Victoria is in conversation with The Poetry Exchange hosts, Fiona Bennett and Michael Shaeffer.'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' is read by Fiona Bennett.*********Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, Laura Furner talks about the poem that has been a friend to her – 'The Fury of Overshoes' by Anne Sexton.Laura Furner is an arts producer living and working in London. A commended poet for the Foyle Young Poet of the Year Award in 2012, Laura went on to edit and publish work in the University of Leeds' creative arts magazine The Scribe, and has since worked with The Poetry Society and Poet in the City. Laura visited The Poetry Exchange at London Podcast Festival at Kings Place in 2019. ​Our thanks to the Anne Sexton Estate and Sterling Lord Literistic Agency for allowing us to share the poem with you in this way.Laura is in conversation with The Poetry Exchange team members, Andrea Witzke-Slot and Al Snell. *********The Fury Of Overshoesby Anne SextonThey sit in a rowoutside the kindergarten,black, red, brown, allwith those brass buckles.Remember when you couldn'tbuckle your ownovershoeor tie your ownovershoeor tie your own shoeor cut your own meatand the tearsrunning down like mudbecause you fell off yourtricycle?Remember, big fish,when you couldn't swimand simply slipped underlike a stone frog?The world wasn'tyours.It belonged tothe big people.Under your bedsat the wolfand he made a shadowwhen cars passed byat night.They made you give upyour nightlightand your teddyand your thumb.Oh overshoes,don't youremember me,pushing you up and downin the winter snow?Oh thumb,I want a drink,it is dark,where are the big people,when will I get there,taking giant stepsall day,each dayand thinkingnothing of it?Reproduced by permission of SLL/Sterling Lord Literistic, Inc. Copyright Linda Gray Sexton and Loring Conant, Jr. 1981. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, acclaimed actor Prasanna Puwanarajah talks about the poem that has been a friend to him – 'Seachange' by Kate Genevieve.Prasanna Puwanarajah is an English actor, director, writer and former junior medical doctor. He is known for Ten Percent, The Listeners, The Crown and many other credits on stage and screen. Prasanna recently wrapped on Ballywalter, his feature directorial debut, written by Stacey Gregg and produced by Empire Street Productions. He and Jed Mercurio are developing the drama series Breathtaking for ITV. Prasanna's debut play Nightwatchman premiered at the National Theatre in 2011. He directed Moth at the HighTide Festival, and at the Bush Theatre, where it was a TimeOut Critics' Choice in the summer of 2013.  In 2019 he directed Venice Preserved at the Royal Shakespeare Company. His production of The Reluctant Fundamentalist was nominated for The Carol Tambor Award and the Amnesty International Freedom of Expressions Award at the 2018 Edinburgh Fringe.Thank you to Kate Genevieve for giving us permission to share her poem. Find out more about Kate and her work here: www.kategenevieve.comPrasanna Puwanarajah is in converastion with The Poetry Exchange hosts, Fiona Bennett and Michael Shaeffer.*****Seachangeby Kate GenevieveFor LPPerhaps we are riding the moon’s pathAlong the sea edgeWhere things are less clearAnd more alive?My heart as full as the seaFollows the shore line with certainty.For here is a path drawn by desire.A route touched by your darkness,And mine.Moon-struck.Lit up by her generosity,Touched by the light of strangersTogether with the old smile of wrinkled mountainsAnd all the living beings multiplying.Something special grows in the emptiness -Not innocence returned -But wholeness,Gold-seamed.this nightThis DayOn which so many doors fall open.Let go!The ocean ever rushes in to fill space revealedWith unforced irrepressible energy.We can no more control a life's storyThan we can command the animalsOr hold back the tidesOr ordain the fated meetings of the world.The door only opens at the right time.Instead, receive the gifts of sea-change:Take the moon-lit path along the shoreAnd meet what's fresh returning.At one with Earth's desiresAwake to everything that's growing.The mountain smiles.She knowsIt is more than time aloneHeals shattered pieces:It is the gift of other beings.For suffering dissolves into the fullness of night,With the memory that the dark bright nightShines with love.May all have eyes to see, ears to hear,This night -As full as the sea -Beyond sense and naming. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.