By Kyan Leys, William Tickner and Isla Woolford (Year 6, 2021)
6M have been focusing on poetry and especially memorising poetry. The aim was to inhabit and preserve the past, thereby acknowledging its value to us and our culture. The standouts in our class were Chloe Renshaw (Year 7, 2022) and Jackson Denner (Year 7, 2022), picking up the technique very quickly, and successfully. Chloe is reciting the poem No man is an island, John Donne (1624). Jackson is reciting the poem – Piers Ploughman by William Langland (1380’s). Please listen to the videos below. We hope you enjoy.
No Man Is An Island – John Donne
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
Piers Ploughman – William Langland
In a somer sesun, whon softe was the sonne, I schop me into a shroud, as I a scheep were; In habite as an hermite unholy of werkes Wente I wyde in this world wondres to here; Bote in a Mayes morwnynge on Malverne hulles Me bifel a ferly, of fairie, me-thoughte.
I was wery, forwandred, and wente me to reste Undur a brod banke bi a bourne side; And as I lay and leonede and lokede on the watres, I slumbrede in a slepynge, hit swyed so murie.
By Kyan Leys, William Tickner and Isla Woolford (Year 6, 2021)
6M have been focusing on poetry and especially memorising poetry.
The aim was to inhabit and preserve the past, thereby acknowledging its value to us and our culture.
The standouts in our class were Chloe Renshaw (Year 7, 2022) and Jackson Denner (Year 7, 2022), picking up the technique very quickly, and successfully. Chloe is reciting the poem No man is an island, John Donne (1624). Jackson is reciting the poem – Piers Ploughman by William Langland (1380’s).
Please listen to the videos below. We hope you enjoy.
No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man’s death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
In a somer sesun, whon softe was the sonne,
I schop me into a shroud, as I a scheep were;
In habite as an hermite unholy of werkes
Wente I wyde in this world wondres to here;
Bote in a Mayes morwnynge on Malverne hulles
Me bifel a ferly, of fairie, me-thoughte.
I was wery, forwandred, and wente me to reste
Undur a brod banke bi a bourne side;
And as I lay and leonede and lokede on the watres,
I slumbrede in a slepynge, hit swyed so murie.
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