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Poetry readings from GoodPoetry. Visit us at www.GoodPoetry.org. Find us on Facebook, tweet TDarris on Twitter.com and get the podcast at podmatic.com and iTunes.

Episodios

  • Episode 43: The Washer-Woman by Otto Leland Bohanan

    Episode 43: "The Washer-Woman" by Otto Leland Bohanan

    03/02/2021 Duración: 38s

    #GoodPoetry​ presents an excerpt from Phillis Wheatley's poem, entitled "To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth". This poem was published in Phillis Wheatley's poetry book, entitled, "Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral" in 1773. This poem is in the public domain. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This colored illustration of Phillis Wheatley is in the public domain. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Here is the text for the excerpt of Phillis Wheatley's poem, entitled, "To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth": Should you, my lord, while you peruse my song, Wonder from whence my love of Freedom sprung, Whence flow these wishes for the common good, By feeling hearts alone best understood, I, young in life, by seeming cruel fate Was snatch'd from Afric's fancy'd happy seat: What pangs excruciating must molest, What sorrows labour in my parent's breast? Steel'd was that soul and b

  • Ars Poetica by Archibald Macleish

    "Ars Poetica" by Archibald Macleish

    27/05/2020 Duración: 01min

    Ars Poetica BY ARCHIBALD MACLEISH A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown— A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. * A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs, Leaving, as the moon releases Twig by twig the night-entangled trees, Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves, Memory by memory the mind— A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs. * A poem should be equal to: Not true. For all the history of grief An empty doorway and a maple leaf. For love The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea— A poem should not mean But be.

  • Ones-Self I Sing by Walt Whitman, read by Teyuna Trynea Darris

    "One's-Self I Sing" by Walt Whitman, read by Teyuna Trynea Darris

    08/06/2019 Duración: 50s

    One’s-Self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far, The Female equally with the Male I sing. Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful, for freest action form’d under the laws divine, The Modern Man I sing. -------------------------------------- Listen to GoodPoetry at www.GoodPoetry.org and on Stitcher, Google Podcasts, Apple Podcasts and iTunes.

  • There is no Frigate like a book by Emily Dickinson

    "There is no Frigate like a book" by Emily Dickinson

    01/01/2019 Duración: 28s

    There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul –

  • When I Was One-and-Twenty by A.E. Housman

    "When I Was One-and-Twenty" by A.E. Housman

    26/12/2018 Duración: 47s

    "When I Was One-and-Twenty" BY A. E. HOUSMAN When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, “Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.” But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, “The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; ’Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.” And I am two-and-twenty, And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.

  • IF by Rudyard Kipling

    "IF" by Rudyard Kipling

    19/12/2018 Duración: 01min

    Listen to, and read more GoodPoetry at www.GoodPoetry.org, and on iTunes, Stitcher and Google Podcasts.

  • Even Such as Time by Sir Walter Ralegh (or, Sir Walter Raleigh)

    "Even Such as Time" by Sir Walter Ralegh (or, Sir Walter Raleigh)

    17/12/2018 Duración: 36s

    Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days. But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.

  • [Auto-]Biography by Teyuna T. Darris

    "[Auto-]Biography" by Teyuna T. Darris

    06/11/2018 Duración: 02min

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  • The Purple Cow by Frank Gelett Burgess

    "The Purple Cow" by Frank Gelett Burgess

    03/11/2018 Duración: 20s

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  • Cinq Ans Apres by Frank Gelette Burgess

    "Cinq Ans Apres" by Frank Gelette Burgess

    02/11/2018 Duración: 22s

    Ah , yes! I wrote the " Purple Cow" — I'm Sorry, now, I Wrote it! But I can Tell you, Anyhow, I'll Kill you if you Quote it! -------------------------------------- Listen to more GoodPoetry at www.GoodPoetry.org, iTunes, Stitcher and GooglePlay Music and connect with us @itsGoodPoetry on Facebook, and Twitter.

  • I Saw a Man Pursuing the Horizon by Stephen Crane

    "I Saw a Man Pursuing the Horizon" by Stephen Crane

    02/11/2018 Duración: 29s

    Listen to more GoodPoetry at www.GoodPoetry.org, iTunes, Stitcher and GooglePlay Music and connect with us @itsGoodPoetry on Facebook, and Twitter. ----------------------------------------"I saw a man pursuing the horizon" BY STEPHEN CRANE I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. “It is futile,” I said, “You can never —” “You lie,” he cried, And ran on.

  • Evolution by John Banister Tabb

    "Evolution" by John Banister Tabb

    30/10/2018 Duración: 30s

    Listen to more GoodPoetry at www.GoodPoetry.org, iTunes, Stitcher and GooglePlay Music and connect with us @itsGoodPoetry on Facebook, and Twitter. -------------------------------------- "Evolution" by John Banister Tabb Out of the dusk a shadow, Then, a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then, a lark; Out of the heart a rapture, Then, a pain; Out of the dead, cold ashes, Life again.

  • A Learned Man Came to Me Once by Stephen Crane

    "A Learned Man Came to Me Once" by Stephen Crane

    01/10/2018 Duración: 34s

    Listen to more GoodPoetry at www.GoodPoetry.org, iTunes, Stitcher and GooglePlay Music and connect with us @itsGoodPoetry on Facebook, and Twitter. -------------------------------------- "A Learned Man Came to Me Once" by Stephen Crane A learned man came to me once. He said, "I know the way, -- come." And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened. Soon, too soon, were we Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways of my feet. I clung to the hand of my friend; But at last he cried, "I am lost."

  • Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

    "Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost

    30/09/2018 Duración: 31s

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  • Oxycrite by Teyuna T. Darris

    "Oxycrite" by Teyuna T. Darris

    30/07/2018 Duración: 43s

    Listen to more GoodPoetry at www.GoodPoetry.org, iTunes, Stitcher and GooglePlay Music and connect with us @itsGoodPoetry on Facebook, and Twitter.

  • Pretty by Teyuna T. Darris

    "Pretty" by Teyuna T. Darris

    18/07/2018 Duración: 38s

    Listen to more GoodPoetry at www.GoodPoetry.org, iTunes, Stitcher and GooglePlay Music and connect with us @itsGoodPoetry on Facebook, and Twitter. -------------------------------------- I know I’m not that pretty, But I have a smile that glows. I may not be that pretty, But I know more than you’ll ever know. I may have chubby face: But I can warm you with my grace And I may have height as coal, But I have heart that always grows. So, maybe will come the day when I have perfect cheek bones. But, until that day comes, I’ll be pretty in my soul.

  • “The Elephant” by Hilaire Billoc

    “The Elephant” by Hilaire Billoc

    17/07/2018 Duración: 23s

    “The Elephant” by Hilaire Billoc Listen to more GoodPoetry at www.GoodPoetry.org, and connect with @itsGoodPoetry on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. -------------------------------------- When people call this beast to mind, They marvel more and more At such a little tail behind, So large a trunk before.

  • The Song of Mr. Toad by Kenneth Grahame

    "The Song of Mr. Toad" by Kenneth Grahame

    25/06/2018 Duración: 56s

    Listen to more GoodPoetry at www.GoodPoetry.org, and connect with @itsGoodPoetry on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. -------------------------------------- The world has held great Heroes, As history-books have showed; But never a name to go down to fame Compared with that of Toad The clever men at Oxford Know all that there is to be knowed. But they none of them knew one half as much As intelligent Mr Toad! The animals sat in the Ark and cried, Their tears in torrents flowed. Who was it said, “There’s land ahead?” Encouraging Mr Toad! The Army all saluted As they marched along the road. Was it the King? Or Kitchener? No. It was Mr Toad! The Queen and her Ladies-in-waiting Sat at the window and sewed. She cried, “Look! who’s that handsome man?” They answered, “Mr Toad.”

  • The Harlem Dancer by Claude McKay

    "The Harlem Dancer" by Claude McKay

    18/06/2018 Duración: 01min

    Listen to more GoodPoetry at www.GoodPoetry.org, and connect with @itsGoodPoetry on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. -------------------------------------- "The Harlem Dancer: by Claude McKay Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway; Her voice was like the sound of blended flutes Blown by black players upon a picnic day. She sang and danced on gracefully and calm, The light gauze hanging loose about her form; To me she seemed a proudly-swaying palm Grown lovelier for passing through a storm. Upon her swarthy neck black shiny curls Luxuriant fell; and tossing coins in praise, The wine-flushed, bold-eyed boys, and even the girls, Devoured her shape with eager, passionate gaze; But looking at her falsely-smiling face, I knew her self was not in that strange place.

  • I was born upon thy bank, river by Henry David Thoreau

    "I was born upon thy bank, river" by Henry David Thoreau

    17/06/2018 Duración: 28s

    Listen to more GoodPoetry at www.GoodPoetry.org, iTunes, Stitcher and GooglePlay Music and connect with us @itsGoodPoetry on Facebook, and Twitter. -------------------------------------- "I was born upon thy bank, river" by Henry David Thoreau I was born upon thy bank, river, My blood flows in thy stream, And thou meanderest forever At the bottom of my dream.

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