Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

I came to sketch
my ideas for my picture

I saw the sun
a bearded saint in bliss
curled in a face of fire

I saw a mountain
all a thought
left standing there

I saw the sea
a place too dreadful
to be empty

I saw a river
a lover fitted in
a perfect slit

I saw woodland branches
the many hands
washing the wind

I saw birdsong
colour streaks
and circle pieces of the air

I saw dust
dirt from our minds’
uncleaned mirrors

I saw lightning
chink of light from
another world

I saw a storm
peace unemployed
turned into mischief

I saw night
softest of world bedcover
arousing passion