Danny Dyer recites war poetry: The Eastenders actor embraces his literary side once again
Listen to the actor offer his rendition of Ewart Alan Mackintosh's In Memoriam
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Your support makes all the difference.Danny Dyer has turned his hand to poetry once again - and this time his focus is war.
Sadly, he hasn’t written anything. Rather he is among a string of high-profile names to recite war poetry to mark the centenary of World War I.
The Eastenders actor has lent his dulcet tones to Forever: The Official Album of the World War I Commemorations – a collection of music and poetry, also featuring Stephen Fry, Sarah Millican, Sean Bean and David Cameron.
Dyer recites Ewart Alan Mackintosh's In Memoriam, while Penn reads Wilfred Owen's Anthem for Doomed Youth.
The poetic endeavour comes thanks to the British Legion’s collaboration with Decca Records.
However, fans of Dyer will know that this is not the first time he has attempted poetry.
In December last year, he brightened a dour winter with a video, in which he “tracked down some of the most introspective poetry you have ever heard”.
What followed were his musings on rivers that flow through the heart of men’s daydreams (“It’s proper reflective that innit?”), birdsongs that hit the sky and, perhaps most bafflingly, wind through trees blows scent.
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