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From "Frederick Fleet - The Lookout"

Then a moment of silence
as we both watch ahead through slits
in the scarves wrapped over our faces.
I see,  then, a blackness in the blackness.
A certain solid quality to the night
that makes me shake my head.
There amid the samesness, something different.
My palms begin to itch. My heart jumps.
Lee cocks his head. He sees it, too.

Something.

A whale? A rock? A derelict ship?
Still a ways off. Something small.
No. Bigger. Closer. Growing larger
with every passing second.
Lee begins to speak. But my hand is already
on the clapper of the big brass bell.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

And I reach for the crow’s-nest phone.
Nothing.
"Are you there?" I say.
Finally a voice from the bridge:
"What do you see?"

As I speak, I keep my eyes fixed
on the monster emerging from the night.
A monster that has already double in size.
No mistaking it now.

"Iceberg," I say.

"Iceberg, straight ahead!"

Told in verse by different voices, The Watch That Ends the Night: Voices From the Titanic by Allan Wolf chronicles the events of the sinking on April 15th, 1912.

  • Track Name

    When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats

  • Album

    Tom Hiddleston Reads Poems

  • Artist

    Tom Hiddleston

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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.

April is National Poetry Month! Check out this poem by acclaimed writer W.B. Yeats as read by actor Tom Hiddleston.

So… here’s Tom Hiddleston Reading Poetry.  You’re welcome.

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