Poets Videos

Stars by A. E. Housman "Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea, And still the sea is salt."

Roman Wall Blues by W. H. Auden "Over the heather the wet wind blows, I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose. The rain comes pattering out of the sky, I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why"...

Cuttings by Theodore Roethke "This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks, Cut stems struggling to put down feet, What saint strained so much, Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?"...

Alone by Maya Angelou "Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone"...

The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain by Wallace Stevens "There it was, word for word, The poem that took the place of a mountain. He breathed its oxygen, Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table"...

Across The Red Sky by Katherine Mansfield " Across the red sky two birds flying, Flying with drooping wings. Silent and solitary their ominous flight"...

Download MP3 (right-click - Save as) Welcome back to The Poetry Podcast presented by Cloudy Day Art!  It has been a long time since our last podcast.  I m so glad that you decided to listen to this week s show. Take a listen to hear about where I ve been and where the show, and website, is going. Featured in this week s show: Racquel Cook shares a poem called Change (Thanks to Doug Ramsay!) Unspoken with Thanks to You Suzi Q. Smith with Dear Huey I share a poem entitled Mist Outro song Faking It by MC Jack in the Box featuring Brad Sucks Please let me know what you think of the show in the comments!

One From One Leaves Two by Ogden Nash "Higgledy piggledy, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day To count what my black hen doth lay. If perchance she lays too many, They fine my hen a pretty penny"...

Through These Pale Cold Days by Isaac Rosenberg "Through these pale cold days What dark faces burn Out of three thousand years, And their wild eyes yearn"...

'Fall, leaves, fall' by Emily Bronte "Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree"...

The Falling Of The Leaves by William Butler Yeats "Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves; Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us, And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves"...

August by Mary Oliver "When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching"...

illage in Late Summer by Carl Sandburg "Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-yawn the hours And the farmers make half-answers."

Tis the Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore "Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone: No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh"...

Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson "In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day"...

The Great Figure by William Carlos Williams "Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red firetruck moving tense unheeded to gong clangs siren howls and wheels rumbling through the dark city."

The Things We Dare Not Tell by Henry Lawson "The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there, But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear"...

Prelude by Richard Aldington "How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I might love you better. Alas, how poor the gifts that lovers give"...

Why Is This Age Worse...? by Anna Akhmatova "Why is this age worse than earlier ages? In a stupor of grief and dread have we not fingered the foulest wounds and left them unhealed by our hands?"...