Category Archives: Cinematic Poem Films

“Cuba And The Night”: Cinematic Poem Short Film Featuring Poet José Martí Produced By Carolyn McCulley (2011)

This documentary short film showcases the modern Cuba that few Americans have seen. It is set to excerpts from the poem, “Two Homelands,” by the famous Cuban poet José Martí.  It was filmed in Havana and Matanzas, Cuba, in August 2011.

Produced by:  Carolyn McCulley

Photography by:  Michael Hartnett, Drew Painter, Suzanne Taylor
Location sound recorded by:  Lucien Dowdell
Edited by:  Suzanne Taylor
Original Music by:  Roger Hooper
Additional tracks by:  Paul Avgerinos

Narration by:  Mauricio Velarde



“Where Heroes Have Flown”: Cinematic Poem Promotional Short Film For Yankee Air Museum By Michael B. Chait (2013)

They are our country’s greatest generation who answered the call of freedom in one of history’s most epic battles. This short film from director Michael B. Chait celebrates those men and the machines that carried them to victory and promotes the Yankee Air Museum, whose mission is to preserve the history of these flying machines and the men who made them famous.

Written, Produced and Directed by:   MICHAEL B. CHAIT

Director of Photography:   WESTLEY GATHRIGHT

Production Company:   TMU PICTURES LLC



Assistant Director:  SEAN MILLER

Assistant Camera:  MITCH BUSS

Edited by:   MICHAEL B. CHAIT

Aviation Consultant:  STEVEN M. CHAIT

Narrator:   MICHAEL DORN


“The Tree Of Life”: A Cinematic Poem Film Trailer Directed By Terrence Malick (2011)

THE TREE OF LIFE, a hymn to life, excavates answers to the most haunting and personal human questions through a kaleidoscope of the intimate and the cosmic, from the raw emotions of a family in a small Texas town to the wildest, infinite edges of space and time, from a boy’s loss of innocence to a man’s transforming encounters with awe, wonder and transcendence.

Written and Directed by:  Terrence Malick

Actors:  Brad Pitt, Sean Penn and Jessica Chastain

Music by:   Alexandre Desplat

The Tree of Life Terrence Malick 2011 Trailer

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“Here”: A Cinematic Poem Film Tribute To Poet Philip Larkin Narrated By Sir Tom Courtenay And Directed By Dave Lee (2010)

‘Here’ is a visual adaptation the Philip Larkin poem of the same name. The poem portrays a journey through a rural landscape, a large town and out to the coast. While the region and town are unnamed in the poem, Larkin himself stated that the poem in a celebration of East Yorkshire and the city of Hull.

Directed by:  Dave Lee

Produced by:  Classlane Media

Music Scored by: Louise Bennet

Narrated by:   Sir Tom Courtenay

Featuring a contemplative read from Hull-born, multi BAFTA winning, twice Oscar nominated actor Sir Tom Courtenay, the film revisits the landscape and characters that inspired Larkin almost half a century before.

Here by Philip Larkin

“Swerving east, from rich industrial shadows
And traffic all night north; swerving through fields
Too thin and thistled to be called meadows,
And now and then a harsh-named halt, that shields
Workmen at dawn; swerving to solitude
Of skies and scarecrows, haystacks, hares and pheasants,
And the widening river’s slow presence,
The piled gold clouds, the shining gull-marked mud,

Gathers to the surprise of a large town:
Here domes and statues, spires and cranes cluster
Beside grain-scattered streets, barge-crowded water,
And residents from raw estates, brought down
The dead straight miles by stealing flat-faced trolleys,
Push through plate-glass swing doors to their desires –
Cheap suits, red kitchen-ware, sharp shoes, iced lollies,
Electric mixers, toasters, washers, driers –

A cut-price crowd, urban yet simple, dwelling
Where only salesmen and relations come
Within a terminate and fishy-smelling
Pastoral of ships up streets, the slave museum,
Tattoo-shops, consulates, grim head-scarfed wives;
And out beyond its mortgaged half-built edges
Fast-shadowed wheat-fields, running high as hedges,
Isolate villages, where removed lives

Loneliness clarifies. Here silence stands
Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken,
Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken,
Luminously-peopled air ascends;
And past the poppies bluish neutral distance
Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach
Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence:
Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.”

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“Sochi Winter Olympics 2014 – Curling”: Cinematic Poem Promotional Film For BBC Sport Directed By Jason Devine (2014)

The Olympic sport of curling was born in Scotland. The stones forged from granite found on Ailsa Craig.

‘Curling, the sport of a silence broken beautifully’.

Directed By :  Jason Devine
Post Production :  Intro in-house team
3D Animation :  Chris White

To launch curling during the Winter Olympics Intro created a film which brings the viewer to the Scottish wilderness. Beginning on the waters of a summer loch, the beauty is transformed by an engulfing harsh Winter.

The ‘soundtrack of silence’ is broken by the rumble of granite as a curling stone glides across the ice.

Unique camera angles and super slow motion effects created by the intro team help connect the viewer to a sport that dates back to the 16th century.

“Winter in Fenway (Sonnet 97)”: A Cinematic Poem Promo Short Film For Boston Red Sox By DGA Productions (2014)

“Winter in Fenway (Sonnet 97)” is a Cinematic Poem Promo Short Film For The Boston Red Sox By DGA Productions.

How like a winter hath my absence been   From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!   What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!   What old December's bareness everywhere!   And yet this time remov'd was summer's time,   The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,   Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,   Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:  Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me   But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;   For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,   And thou away, the very birds are mute;   Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer   That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

Sonnet 97 by William Shakespeare
The Sun Rising by John Donne

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December’s bareness everywhere!
And yet this time remov’d was summer’s time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me
But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.

Filmed and Edited by: Michael Andrus

Production Company: DGA Productions


Filmed by: Jan Maliszewski, Jeremy Bond & Aaron Frutman
Voice Over by: Tom O’Bedlam
Music – Ba Ba by Sigur Ros

“Footage shot for ESPN spring training tease.”


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“The Fountain”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film Trailer Directed By Darren Aronofsky (2006)

“The Fountain” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film Trailer Directed By Darren Aronofsky.

Written and Directed by:  Darren Aronofsky

Music Composed by:  Clint Mansell

The Fountain Movie Poster Darren Aronofsky Director 2006

Cinematography by:  Matthew Libatique

Film Editing by:  Jay Rabinowitz

Produced by:  Ari Handel, Arnon Milchan, Iain Smith, Eric Watson & Nick Wechsler

The 2006 Movie Trailer for Director Darren Aronofsky’s “The Fountain” was 2:27 in length and visually stunning. Any determination of the “official” first-ever “Cinematic Poem Short Film” must include this stunning edit of the full-length movie.

Further reading:  “The Fountain movie review:  A Cinematic Poem named “The Fountain”. (Rianne Hill Soriano,, 12/17/10).

“We Were Wanderers On A Prehistoric Earth”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film Featuring Joseph Conrad Directed By James W. Griffiths (2012)

“We Were Wanderers On A Prehistoric Earth” is a Cinematic Poem Film  shot in Malaysia, with excerpts from Joseph Conrad’s “Heart Of Darkness” narrated by Terry Burns, directed by James W. Griffiths.

Director/Producer/Editor – James W. Griffiths


Director of Photography – Christopher Moon
Sound Design and Mix – Mauricio d’Orey
Music – Lennert Busch
Narrator – Terry Burns

Narration adapted from excerpts from “Heart of Darkness” by Joseph Conrad (1899).

“The smell of mud, of primeval mud, by Jove! was in my nostrils, the high stillness of primeval forest was before my eyes; there were shiny patches on the black creek. The moon had spread over everything a thin layer of silver—over the rank grass, over the mud, upon the wall of matted vegetation standing higher than the wall of a temple, over the great river I could see through a sombre gap glittering, glittering, as it flowed broadly by without a murmur. All this was great, expectant, mute, while the man jabbered about himself. I wondered whether the stillness on the face of the immensity looking at us two were meant as an appeal or as a menace. What were we who had strayed in here? Could we handle that dumb thing, or would it handle us? I felt how big, how confoundedly big, was that thing that couldn’t talk, and perhaps was deaf as well. What was in there?”




“A Solitary World”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film Featuring H.G. Wells Directed By James W. Griffiths (2014)

“A Solitary World” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film Featuring excerpts from  H.G. Wells Directed by James W. Griffiths.

Director, Producer, VFX Artist & Colourist:  James W. Griffiths

Director of Photography: Christopher Moon

Editor:  Marianne Kuopanportti

PBS Digital Studios Original Shorts Series Producer:  Matt Vree

Sound Design & Mix:  Mauricio D’Orey

Composer:  Lennert Busch

Narrator:  Terry Burns

Excerpted from the following:

The Time Machine (1895)
The Island of Dr Moreau (1896)
The First Men in the Moon (1901)
In The Days of the Comet (1906)
The World Set Free (1914)

Thanks to A.P. Watt at United Agents on behalf of The Literary Executors of the Estate of H.G. Wells for permission.


Excerpted text:

A horrible feeling of desolation pinched my heart. I listened rigid but heard nothing but the creep of blood in my ears. Great and shadowy and strange was the world and I drifted solitary through its vast mysteries.

A remote faint question, where I might be, drifted and vanished again in my mind. I found myself standing astonished, my emotions penetrated by something I could not understand.

I felt naked. I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air knowing the hawk wings above and will swoop.

I began to feel the need of fellowship. I wanted to question, wanted to speak, wanted to relate my experience. What is this spirit in man that urges him forever to depart from happiness, to toil and to place himself in danger?

It was this restlessness, this insecurity perhaps that drove me further and further afield in my exploring expedition. As the hush of the evening crept over the world, the sun touched the mountains and became very swiftly a blazing hemisphere of liquid flame, and sank.

Then, slow and soft and wrapping the world in fold after fold of deepening blue, came the night. And then, the splendor of the sight — in the sky, one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend. The full temerity of my voyage suddenly came upon me. At last I began to feel the pull of the earth upon my being, drawing me back again to the life that is real, for men.