Tag: audio post

cesaray:

Tom Hiddleston reads When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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natangy:

Love After Love

The time will come 
when, with elation 
you will greet yourself arriving 
at your own door, in your own mirror 
and each will smile at the other’s welcome, 

and say, sit here. Eat. 
You will love again the stranger who was your self. 
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart 
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you 

all your life, whom you ignored 
for another, who knows you by heart. 
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, 

the photographs, the desperate notes, 
peel your own image from the mirror. 
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott

larouau12:

tomhiddlestonsoundalike:

The foreword to The Gospel of Loki, written by Joanne M. Harris. This isn’t exactly my Loki impression, because it’s very difficult to read something long-form in that voice, and it didn’t seem as appropriate for the Loki in this book, but I think it evokes the general sense of Loki and it’s Hiddleston-ish. I have no idea what this book is like yet, but the foreword was fun to read, so I might do more of it if you can stomach the more vague Loki-ish voice and if I have the time for it.

Listened to this this afternoon. It’s good… And the book is AMAZING. Hilarious and brilliant and joyfully naughty. A bit like Loki himself, forcement„,

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combeferret:

Tom Hiddleston | Coriolanus | 3rd February 2014

Most sweet voices!
Better it is to die, better to starve,
Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.
Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here,
To beg of Hob and Dick that does appear
Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to’t.
What custom wills, in all things should we do’t,
The dust on antique time would lie unswept, and mountainous error be too highly heaped for truth to o’erpeer. Rather than fool it so,
Let the high office and the honor go
To one who would do thus. I am half through:
The one part suffered, the other will I do.

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