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Advent of Today
03:12
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poem by William Carlos Williams
South wind
striking in—torn
spume—trees
inverted over trees
scudding low
a sea become winged
bringing today
out of yesterday
in bursts of rain—
a darkened presence
above
detail of October grasses
veiled at once
in a downpour—
conflicting rattle of
the rain against
the storm's slow majesty—
leaves
rising
instead of falling
the sun
coming and going
toward the
middle parts of the sky
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2. |
Fool's Circle
04:32
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I am the lone of my name
since the weight of the past crushed my last forebear's frame
Telling connections no more
Orphaned of everything that was in my life before
When in the mud a face I saw
I claimed the prize as my own
And searched for the wood in the heart of the stone
And I see Punch smile
heaviness growing all the while
Can we learn what they knew
in the days before the Little Shining Man was torn in two
I ran away with the pack
Dogs for companions, the fence at my back
Following a guide born blind
Seeking the Changes in ruins the war left behind
But in a ship some stones remained
So we hid the things that we stole
when the heir of corruption climbed out of the hole
And I see Punch smile
heaviness growing all the while
Can we learn what they knew
in the days before the Little Shining Man was torn in two
I learned the story long ago
But I could not number the cost
when I caught a glimpse of the things that were lost
And I see Punch smile
heaviness growing all the while
Can we learn what they knew
in the days before the Little Shining Man was torn in two
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poem by Jason Byron
I wandered without aim through life
With neither goal nor aspiration
And though I never found my place
I enjoyed my bout of respiration
I bore my youth as it grew
Into the miasma of adulthood
And as it stretched its shadow far
The Star fell down, the Star call’d Wormwood
A bitter taste fill’d my throat,
My mouth, it burned with bitter fire
I threw my burden down in a rage
And threw myself down to expire
I expired not, my life flows on
(Though not in any one direction)
My body aches with the weight of years
The perfect weight of imperfection
From night to day to night again
I gyre as a thoughtless stream
Here and there and in between
I pass my days in idle dream
A still life painting sang to me
One afternoon twelve years ago
I imagined what beauty the artist saw:
A scene inspired, a pointless show
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4. |
Lachesis Muta
03:30
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I reach for you
delicate split tongue flicking
come close so I can taste your skin
Leaf and limb
obfuscate the movement within
my lidless eyes mirror your shadow
I can't see
but I sense your heat
I can't hear
but I feel your breath on me
I don't know
the shape of your name
even so
I will not forget your scent
I'll caress you
with my teeth
as we entwine
in writhing splendor
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5. |
Sycamore
02:18
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Moonrise
06:44
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poem by D.H. Lawrence
And who has seen the moon, who has not seen
Her rise from out the chamber of the deep,
Flushed and grand and naked, as from the chamber
Of finished bridegroom, seen her rise and throw
Confession of delight upon the wave,
Littering the waves with her own superscription
Of bliss, till all her lambent beauty shakes towards us
Spread out and known at last, and we are sure
That beauty is a thing beyond the grave,
That perfect, bright experience never falls
To nothingness, and time will dim the moon
Sooner than our full consummation here
In this odd life will tarnish or pass away.
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7. |
Peregrine
03:41
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Sometimes I'd like to wonder how I got here
The answer, I'm afraid, is hard to miss
And though I sometimes tire of the burden on my shoulders
I've seen too many others carry far more weight than this
And I suppose I walked away
It's not as though I ever heard you ask for me to stay
And miss you as I may
I won't pretend that it was a mistake I made that day
Do you remember when the world was all before us?
Every door was open down the hall
Each door I choose now shuts another one behind it
But that's a better life, I think, than choosing none at all
And though at times I may have strayed
All in all I won't disown the choices I have made
I've no desire to masquerade
The cards were dealt and I will claim the hand that I have played
We each have our own passions driving us
We each have our own paths to find
We are all just stumbling in the dark
Through broken trails
By cold starlight
Years have passed and many I will treasure
Despite mementos etched as bruise or scar
And though the path is strewn with the remnants of my failures
I wont' abandon now the course that's carried me this far
And if we meet again someday
There is so much that I would like to show you if I may
Since going on my way
I've seen such beauty in this world it's too much to convey
With any words I say
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8. |
Granadilla
01:58
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poem by Amy Lowell
I cut myself upon the thought of you
And yet I come back to it again and again,
A kind of fury makes me want to draw you out
From the dimness of the present
And set you sharply above me in a wheel of roses.
Then, going obviously to inhale their fragrance,
I touch the blade of you and cling upon it,
And only when the blood runs out across my fingers
Am I at all satisfied.
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9. |
The Endeavoring
06:07
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poem by Emily Dickinson
Eeach life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,
Too fair
For credibility’s temerity
To dare.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow’s raiment
To touch,
Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints’ slow diligence
The sky!
Ungained, it may be, by a life’s low venture,
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again.
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