Episodes
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2018-02-10 - An Irish Airman Foresees His Death by William Butler Yeats
An Irish Airman Foresees His Death by William Butler Yeats I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or...
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2018-02-09 - Submarine Mountains by Cale Young Rice
Submarine Mountains by Cale Young Rice Under the sea, which is their sky, they rise To watery altitudes as vast as those Of far Himalayan peaks impent in snows And veils of cloud and sacred deep repose. Under the sea, their flowing firmament, More dark than any ray of sun can pierce, The…
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2018-02-08 - Passers-By by Carl Sandburg
Passers-By by Carl Sandburg Passers-by, Out of your many faces Flash memories to me Now at the day end Away from the sidewalks Where your shoe soles traveled And your voices rose and blent To form the city’s afternoon roar Hindering an old silence. Passers-by, I remember lean ones among you,...
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2018-02-07 - Serenity by Edward Rowland Sill
Serenity by Edward Rowland Sill Brook, Be still,—be still! Midnight’s arch is broken In thy ceaseless ripples. Dark and cold below them Runs the troubled water,— Only on its bosom, Shimmering and trembling, Doth the glinted star-shine Sparkle and cease. Life, Be still,—be still! Boundless truth…
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2018-02-06 - The Wild Common by DH Lawrence
The Wild Common by D.H. Lawrence The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the pee-wits are sweeping: They are lords of the desolate wastes of sadness their screamings proclaim. Rabbits, handfuls of brown earth, lie...
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2018-02-05 - The Grass Beneath My Head by FS Flint
The Grass Beneath My Head by FS Flint The grass is beneath my head; and I gaze at the thronging stars in the night. They fall… they fall… I am overwhelmed, and afraid. Each leaf of the aspen is caressed by the wind, and each is crying. And the perfume of invisible roses deepens the anguish. Let a...
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2018-02-04 - Be Still My Soul by AE Housman
Be Still, My Soul by A.E. Housman Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather,—call to thought, if now you grieve a little, The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. Men loved unkindness then, but...
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2018-02-03 - As You Like It by William Shakespeare
As You Like It, Act II - Scene VII by William Shakespeare All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s…
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2018-02-02 - Such an Arduously Long Joyous Occasion by Amira Ram Graffar
Such an Arduosly Long Joyous Occasion by Amira Ram Graffar “Ha-nifrah beek” is an Arabic phrase meaning, loosely, “To rejoice for you.” Muttered most often by aunties And uncles presiding over your cousins’ weddings. Though, it often tends to mean much more as, teary-eyed, The line is directed at...
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2018-02-01 - Wonder and Joy by Robinson Jeffers
Wonder and Joy by Robinson Jeffers The things that one grows tired of—O, be sure They are only foolish artificial things! Can a bird ever tire of having wings? And I, so long as life and sense endure, (Or brief be they!) shall nevermore inure My heart to the recurrence of the springs, Of gray...
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2018-01-31 - Deep in the Quiet Wood by James Weldon Johnson
Deep in the Quiet Wood by James Weldon Johnson Are you bowed down in heart? Do you but hear the clashing discords and the din of life? Then come away, come to the peaceful wood, Here bathe your soul in silence. Listen! Now, From out the palpitating solitude Do you not catch, yet faint, elusive...
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2018-01-30 - If by Rudyard Kipling
If by Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being...
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2018-01-29 - Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat by Thomas Gray
Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat by Thomas Gray Twas on a lofty vase’s side, Where China’s gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined, Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy…
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2018-01-28 - The Soul Selects Her Own Society by Emily Dickinson
The Soul Selects Her Own Society by Emily Dickinson The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more — Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing — At her low Gate — Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat — I’ve known her — from an ample...
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2018-01-27 - Old Houses by Lizette Woodworth Reese
Old Houses by Lizette Woodworth Reese Old loveliness, set in the country wind, Or down some vain town road the careless tread, Like hush of candles lighted for the dead, That look of yours, half seeing and half blind. Still do you strain at door, but we come not, The little maids, the lads, bone…
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2018-01-26 - Where They Lived by Thomas Hardy
Where They Lived by Thomas Hardy Dishevelled leaves creep down Upon that bank to-day, Some green, some yellow, and some pale brown; The wet bents bob and sway; The once warm slippery turf is sodden Where we laughingly sat or lay. The summerhouse is gone, Leaving a weedy space; The bushes that...
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2018-01-25 - Paris by Willa Cather
Paris by Willa Cather Behind the arch of glory sets the day; The river lies in curves of silver light, The Fields Elysian glitter in a spray Of golden dust; the gilded dome is bright, The towers of Notre Dame cut clean and gray The evening sky, and pale from left to right A hundred bridges leap...
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2018-01-24 - Swallows by Leonora Speyer
Swallows by Leonora Speyer They dip their wings in the sunset, They dash against the air As if to break themselves upon its stillness: In every movement, too swift to count, Is a revelry of indecision, A furtive delight in trees they do not desire And in grasses that shall not know their weight....
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2018-01-23 - Reflections Irregular by John Rollin Ridge
Reflections Irregular by John Rollin Ridge I cast a backward look—how changed The scenes of other days! I walk, a wearied man, estranged From youth’s delightful ways. There in the distance rolleth yet That stream whose waves my Boyish bosom oft has met, When pleasure lit mine eye. It rolleth yet,...
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2018-01-22 - Evening by Hilda Dolittle
Evening by Hilda Dolittle The light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower— the hepaticas, wide-spread under the light grow faint— the petals reach inward, the blue tips bend toward the bluer heart and the flowers are lost. The cornel-buds are still white, but shadows dart from the...
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2018-01-21 - With Music by Helen Hay Whitney
With Music by Helen Hay Whitney Dear, did we meet in some dim yesterday? I half remember how the birds were mute Among green leaves and tulip-tinted fruit, And on the grass, beside a stream, we lay In early twilight; faintly, far away, Came lovely sounds adrift from silver lute, With answered...
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2018-01-20 - The Passing of the Hours by Ella Higgingson
The Passing of the Hours by Ella Higginson The hours steal by with still, unasking lips— So lightly that I cannot hear their tread; And softly touch me with their finger-tips To find if I be dreaming, or be dead. And yet however still their flight may be, Their ceaseless going weights my heart…
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2018-01-19 - The Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allan Poe
Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allan Poe Thy soul shall find itself alone ‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness — for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee…
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2018-01-18 - Rates of Change by Quinn Elliot Dresdahl
Rates of Change by Quinn Elliot Dresdahl It's all relative. Let me summarize. The scientists all agree, It's so imperative That you realize Your frame of reference is key. And the vectors, Take their summations. Note directions and the size. And the origins' Coordinate transformations Allow for...
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2018-01-17 - Moonrise by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Moonrise by Gerard Manly Hopkins I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe of a finger-nail held to the candle, Or paring of paradisaïcal fruit, lovely in waning but lustreless, Stepped from the stool, drew...
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2018-01-16 - Night Fell by Florence Ripley Mastin
Night Fell by Florence Ripley Mastin Night fell one year ago, like this. He had been writing steadily. Among these dusky walls of books, How bright he looked, intense as flame! Suddenly he paused, The firelight in his hair, And said, “The time has come to go.” I took his hand; We watched the logs...
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2018-01-15 - When You Are Old by W.B. Yeats
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...
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2018-01-14 - A January Dandelion by George Marion McClellen
A January Dandelion by George Marion McClellan All Nashville is a chill. And everywhere Like desert sand, when the winds blow, There is each moment sifted through the air, A powdered blast of January snow. O! thoughtless Dandelion, to be misled By a few warm days to leave thy natural bed, Was…
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2018-01-13 - Sonnet to Winter by Emily Chubbuck Judson
Sonnet to Winter by Emily Chubbuck Judson Thy brow is girt, thy robe with gems inwove; And palaces of frost-work, on the eye, Flash out, and gleam in every gorgeous dye, The pencil, dipped in glorious things above, Can bring to earth. Oh, thou art passing fair! But cold and cheerless as the heart...
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2018-01-12 - Dawn by John Gould Fletcher
Dawn by John Gould Fletcher Above the east horizon, The great red flower of the dawn Opens slowly, petal by petal; The trees emerge from darkness With ghostly silver leaves, Dew powdered. Now consciousness emerges Reluctantly out of tides of sleep; Finding with cold surprise No strange new thing…
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2018-01-11 - Winter Branches by Margaret Widdemer
Winter Branches by Margaret Widdemer When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky; They stand there very silent, with the cold flushed sky behind, The little twigs flare beautiful and restful and kind; Clear-cut and certain...
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2018-01-10 - Beauty and Beauty by Rupert Brooke
Beauty and Beauty by Rupert Brooke When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair, The earth is crying-sweet, And scattering-bright the air, Eddying, dizzying, closing round, With soft and drunken laughter; Veiling all that may befall After—after— Where Beauty and Beauty met, Earth’s still...
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2018-01-09 - Dawns by Amy Lowell
2018-01-09 - Dawns by Amy Lowell by Karim El Azhari
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2018-01-08 - The Giver of Stars by Amy Lowell
The Giver of Stars by Amy Lowell Hold your soul open for my welcoming. Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me With its clear and rippled coolness, That, loose-limbed and weary, I find rest, Outstretched upon your peace, as on a bed of ivory. Let the flickering flame of your soul play all about me,...
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2018-01-07 - That Money I Ain't Got by Amira Ram Graffar
That Money I Ain't Got by Amira Ram Graffar Once, and ever since, A wince, quite tense, At the expense of intense Scents of incense, I fled. With no pretense of affluence, Returning whence made sense. Hence, in essence, This dense verbal fence Well read. ----- Prosodia is a daily podcast…
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2018-01-06 - The Penitent by Edna St Vincent Millay
The Penitent by Edna St Vincent Millay I had a little Sorrow, Born of a little Sin, I found a room all damp with gloom And shut us all within; And, “Little Sorrow, weep," said I, “And, Little Sin, pray God to die, And I upon the floor will lie And think how bad I’ve been!” Alas for pious…
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