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Hace 5 días · midnight. Toni Giselle Stuart. This Appears In. Read Issue. Audio recordings of classic and contemporary poems read by poets and actors, delivered every day. Subscribe. More Episodes from Audio Poem of the Day. Showing 1 to 20 of 5,086 Podcasts. Tuesday, May 28, 2024.
Hace 4 días · Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me - not in her. And, just at the moment when someone says, 'There, she is gone,'. there are other eyes watching her coming ...
Hace 1 día · When his people are thirsty and threatening revolt, God instructs Moses to speak to a rock so it might bring forth water. Instead, Moses raises his staff and strikes the rock twice and there is water enough for all the people and their livestock too. Yet it’s in this same moment God tells Moses that because of his disbelief, he will never set ...
Hace 4 días · I said I’d tell a poem. To this august crowd, Then I had to find one, And say it right out loud. Would it be by Shakespeare, Milton, Poe or Keats. It had to by someone. To keep you in your seats. Words of yellow daffodils, Or maybe love or war, Of youth or age or beauty; I hope I’m not a bore. The modern type of poem? That doesn’t ever rhyme.
Hace 4 días · to live again in the suburbs wall to wall. with a thousand eyes in a jackfruit box. of decomposing tricks. chronicles of returning dreams. that live again and breathes a lamplight dry. spells neophyte for the newborn calf. to walk upon the waters with his god. where colours lay their eggs on a boneyard bruise.
Hace 3 días · Day after day, the whole day through --. Wherever my road inclined --. Four-feet said, "I am coming with you!" And trotted along behind. Now I must go by some other round, --. Which I shall never find --. Somewhere that does not carry the sound. Of Four-Feet trotting behind. Rudyard Kipling.
Hace 1 día · To watch the sunset from the sky. ` Dear love, you're looking tired,' he said; I, smiling at him, shook my head : 'Tis now we're tired, my heart and I. V. So tired, so tired, my heart and I ! Though now none takes me on his arm. To fold me close and kiss me warm. Till each quick breath end in a sigh.
