John Green Reads Poetry
So many poems to listen to!
Hey, there’s a missing poem!
Hi! This website is an ongoing labor of love inspired by John’s self-proclaimed love of poetry ¹ and the mission of Ours Poetica.²
We’re working very hard combing through the vast amounts of online content John and Hank have created ³ — and continue to create! — to find every instance of John reading poetry.⁴ Most of these were short poems that used to appear as an opening segment in the Dear Hank & John pod.⁵
Check out our growing list of missing or lost poetry-related John Green media:
We have a long way to go, and are using the posts’ dates as a way to organize everything chronologically with relevant tags to make everything extra useable!
So if you have a suggestion of something we missed or would like to share a piece of poetry-related media you’ve found…
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- This is also a recurring riff in many of the opening segments of Dear Hank & John
- A lovely play on the Latin phrase Ars Poetica (“The Art of Poetry”)
- Examples: 1 | 2
- And, occasionally, someone else, such as his wife, his brother, or a poem inspired by one of Hank’s rants. Admittedly, some things are qualified as ‘poems’ rather loosely — John has read lyrics, and other nontraditional items as poetry, and that’s a wonderful thing!
Because poetry is, always, what we make it. - And are still missed by Nerdfighters everywhere!
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A.k.a. Poem 314 Dear Hank & John | Ep. 434 “Curt’s Fleas” “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul –
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vlogbrothers | Which is Correct? — or – ? In modern Wit all printed trash, isSet off with num’rous Breaks—and Dashes–
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See also: Marianne Moore – John Green Reads Poetry vlogbrothers | Who Owns Nerdfighteria? imaginary gardens with real toads in them,
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vlogbrothers | together. the best way out is always through.
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Published in Space Struck (Sarabande Books, 2019) Vlogbrothers | I, Too, Dislike It I feel as if I’m on the moon listening to the air hissout of my spacesuit, and I can’t find the hole. I’m the vice president of panic, and the president ismissing.
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Didn’t I hear John read this poem elsewhere? Vlogbrothers | I, Too, Dislike It I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. one discovers in it after all, a place for the genuine.
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A.k.a. “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain” – which John read in full at the Ours Poetica live kick-off event. Vlogbrothers | I, Too, Dislike It And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down – And hit a World, at every plunge,
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vlogbrothers | WHERE IS MY NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY Spring is like a perhaps hand(which comes carefullyout of Nowhere)
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In Counting Descent by Clint Smith (Write Bloody Publishing, 2016) vlogbrothers | Very Hard to Desclibe You will wonder what kind of precedent we are setting here
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A.k.a. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
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A.k.a. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) love is not love
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A.k.a. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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A.k.a. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) rosy lips and cheeks
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A.k.a. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) love is not love
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A.k.a. “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
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A.k.a. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) Love’s not time’s fool,
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A.k.a. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
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A.k.a. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
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A.k.a. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) Let me not to the marriage of true minds
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See also: John Keats – John Green Reads Poetry crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304)
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A.k.a. “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
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A.k.a. “Two loves I have of comfort and despair” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) The better angel is a man right fair,The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.
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A.k.a. “Not marble nor the gilded monuments” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) Not marble nor the gilded monumentsOf princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,But you shall shine more bright in these contentsThan unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time.
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A.k.a. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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A.k.a. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) the edge of doom
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A.k.a. “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) her breasts are dun;
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A.k.a. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” crashcourse | Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Crash Course Literature 304) eyes can see,
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John quotes part I out of a total five Dear Hank & John | Ep. 054
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From the album of the same name, released 22 July 1968 (Capitol). The song was recorded 9 May 1968. Dear Hank & John | Ep. 043 And I turned twenty-one in prison doin’ life without paroleNo one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama triedMama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I…
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Dear Hank & John | Ep. 043 Had we but world enough and time,* *John says: “There’s world enough and time”
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Harper Lee (28 April 1926 – 19 February 2016) originally published her classic novel on 11 July 1960 (J. B. Lippincott & Co.) Dear Hank & John | Ep. 036 And just for good measure…
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Dear Hank & John | Ep. 024 I, too, dislike it.Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers init, after all, a place for the genuine.
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Dear Hank & John | Ep. 014 John’s version: Hank’s version:
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Vlogbrothers | YouTube Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.
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Guest John: Felicia Day Dear Hank & John | Ep. 009 A couple of the sounds that I really likeAre the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbikeI’m a juvenile product of the working classWhose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass
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Guest Jonh(s): Charlie McDonnell and Jimmy Hill Dear Hank & John | Ep. 007 Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kidsIn fact, it’s cold as hellAnd there’s no one there to raise them if you did And all this science, I don’t understandIt’s just my job, five days a weekA rocket man,…
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Guest John: Emma Blackery Dear Hank & John | Ep. 006 Daniel my brother you are older than meDo you still feel the pain of the scars that won’t heal?Your eyes have died but you see more than IDaniel you’re a star in the face of the sky
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Guest John: Maureen Johnson Dear Hank & John | Ep. 005 Blue-jean baby, LA ladySeamstress for the bandPretty-eyed, pirate smileYou’ll marry a music man Ballerina, you must’ve seen herDancing in the sandAnd now she’s in me, always with meTiny dancer in my hand
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Also quoted on the first episode of Dear Hank & John hankgames | Poetry: AFC Wimbly Womblys #56 birthing is hardand dying is mean-so get yourselfa little lovingin between.
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See also: “If We Must Die” by Claude McKay – John Green Reads Poetry crashcourse | The Roaring 20’s (Crash Course US History #32) If we must die, let it not be like hogsHunted and penned in an inglorious spot,While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,Making their mock at our accursèd lot. Like…
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vlogbrothers | Poetry Makes Nothing Happen: Thoughts on Ai Weiwei from the Indianapolis Museum of Art For poetry makes nothing happen: A way of happening, a mouth.
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From Love’s Labors Lost vlogbrothers | A Poem for Spring When daisies pied and violets blueAnd lady-smocks all silver-white
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vlogbrothers | A Poem for Spring O THOU with dewy locks, who lookest downThrough the clear windows of the morning,
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vlogbrothers | A Poem for Spring a woman:‘O yes, I’m here again and your heartknows I was coming.’
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vlogbrothers | A Poem for Spring hope of man as wellFlowers among the morning dews.
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A.k.a. Thomas H. Johnson edition (1955): Poem #812; R. W. Franklin edition (1998): Poem #891 vlogbrothers | A Poem for Spring A Light exists in SpringNot present on the YearAt any other period —
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A.k.a. Poem #258 in the Franklin numbering; #320 in Johnson TEDx Indianapolis | Paper Towns There’s a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes –
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vlogbrothers | Solving Your Problems! If there was a problem, yo, I’ll solve it
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vlogbrothers | November 5th: John’s Not Happy about Pakistan Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
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vlogbrothers | September 14th: Paper Towns, Part 2 I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, Read the full poem here: Howl | The Poetry Foundation
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vlogbrothers | September 10th: Airports and Whitman Have you practis’d so long to learn to read?Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns…
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