Men from the North; good, or better

Poetry: No End (To The Endless Days)

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I am listening to David Whyte, who is talking at length (some five or six hours or more) on the experiences of writing, and of speaking his poetry.

His voice is a softened voice, you might not guess he was from Yorkshire at all, a sort of toned down, smoothed off Ted Hughes.