Tag: poetry read by me
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Indelible Magazine Poetry Launch—Reading My Poem, ‘Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance’
Updated to include end of post section, “Who’s May Ziadeh? ”* It’s here! Link: https://youtu.be/Cr-CsXJWum0 🎥🎤📜 I am on just around the 28:50 mark.😊After my line in the poem, ”Do you hear me?” I hear a reply. 😀😅💕 Afterwards, you may also see me give a pretty long answer to a surprise question that I […]
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A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later
Featured again today on the blog with affection💕🙏… for May Sunday, Oct. 17, 2021 after her first poetry book, Dream Flowers May Ziadeh writes: “I hope that after my death someone will do justice to me and extract from my small writings the truthfulness and sincerity it contains!!” b. Feb. 11, 1886 – d. Oct. […]
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Rumi’s Moon
12/8/21 Post featured from the Archive: Rumi continues with more poetry…to linger upon a paper book, this beautifully pure poem photoed with sudden blush…Start the day with this simplicity; pick it like a dream to be within while very much living. Aug. 12, 21 pm I didn’t plan this matching with the altar, my clothing, […]
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A Poem by Rumi Read Tonight
I am glad to be quiet now and read aloud a poem written by Rumi, the one I had handwritten with my pen last. Some Kiss We Want by Rumi
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A Poem by Rumi I Wrote in My Pen Tonight
I added some stars. Not because I’m overjoyed with my day but because I thought you should have them. —Jade Some Kiss We Want by Rumi There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Sea water begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, […]
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The Heart of Rumi
It was on my mind to read another poem by Rumi. I do have a confession, while I was recording it, I was afraid that it actually wasn’t truly a poem Rumi wrote, but I continued reading it anyway. While some authors have informed readers that some poems may be attributed to Rumi and not […]
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I Heard It
I felt as if Edna might be saying, ‘All this talk of May Ziadeh, and what about me?’ And I forgot about my morning petition until I heard the rain fall and it was answered. I felt these were some good flowing moments to read a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay (an audio only […]
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A Poem For Night
* “Is that a pillow you are giving me?” “Yes, to rest your pretty head and a poem to go with it that is yours now, too— An apple for me? Please.” * Song Of Fairies Robbing An Orchard by Leigh Hunt (a poem)
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Violets, Finally & Chickens Like Poems Too
Found the wild violets waking up I also found a book called False Mermaid in the free library cabinet and the chickens looked like they could do with a late afternoon reading from it. Chickens Like Poems Too
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In A Dream
I memorized and recited my first poem today! I just found this poem by Anna Akhmatova and thought immediately, ‘How beautiful in such few words. I should memorize it.’ She was born in 1889, seems to be my time period. * In A Dream by Anna Ahkmatova Recited
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Ghazal Poetry: A Form That Lingers
It is National Poetry Month and so this may be a time to read poems that appeal to you. You might have read about the form of poetry called the ghazal on this blog, specifically by the poet Mir. One technique that ghazals commonly share is the repetition of a word or image. These repetitions […]
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New Poet: Mimi Khalvati, A Poem Whose Sound Informs Its Meaning
I set the paintbrushes down, letting the new paint on the canvas settle, so thrilling to paint again after eight years of not… and then to let the language of colors and shape make way into the language of poetry. I discovered this new poet and I’ve read a poem I’ve enjoyed of hers aloud. […]
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Morning Words by Shams
It seemed Shams had come by again, this time in front of the bookshelf, and also with a few others. I was half in a dream and so had thought I am sleeping now, was past sleep for me even if still early for them, and they left. 😉 And later on this morning I […]
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Reading Edna and Lines I’ve Remembered
Reading a poem by Edna. I feel like I could’ve been born in the late 1800s and shared poetry in the 1920s with people like her. Keeping that essence alive as I continue writing in 2021, a hundred years later. Reading A Poem By Edna An interesting thought I had, which lines of poetry have […]
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Rumi And Shams: Living Room Reading
I planned to read poetry not until tomorrow, but Peeko was hanging out in the living room with me when I got back home and I thought he might like to hear some at this time. Some poems he’d looked annoyed and walked away mid-read or had knocked the book off the counter onto the […]
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Of Course, Rumi
I was sitting and thought, Yes, I remember you, Rumi, of course. It has been some time. I will read this poem of yours. Here, listen too if you’d like: Who Is At My Door? By Rumi
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Sun, I Had No Say In It
A bright morning here reading the late 1800s born Massachusetts poet, Amy Lowell, sun so bright it lit up my face without my say in the matter. I imagine this was a dimly lit evening dinner party: The Dinner Party by Amy Lowell
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An Angel, A Ghost, or Some Poems
It has been said that the poet Rumi had angels visit him and that he saw them. Last night, I turned off my lamp and lied down to sleep, and then a couple of moments later, the lamp was on again and no one else had been in the room or had turned it on. […]
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A Poem by Amy Lowell To Hear Whenever You Choose
Maybe you see that I gave Blush of Dawn a new look! With the new Blush of Dawn features of posts work now, like showing a YouTube video inside the post when mobile not just in web version, but I will also include the link. * This morning’s firelit yoga came first. Always accidental outtakes 🙂 This […]
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Poetry Reading of a Favorite Poet, "Modern Declaration"
I have read the poem, “Modern Declaration” by Edna St. Vincent Millay today. I was happy to learn some months ago that she was born a few days after me (well, a century before in 1892) and so is a Pisces too, and had lived in New York and New England like me, order of […]
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An Afternoon With Edna
Reading two poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay to the view through a sunlit window beside an antique chair. …in between loads of laundry and then afterwards the dryer broke. The poems made it nicer. By Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Poetry Reading in the Dark and Starlight
I’ve recorded a newfound poem by an author I’ve read many times before. The moon hasn’t been found these nights, but I’ve still enjoyed the darkness and stars just the same. “The Astronomer” by Kahlil Gibran Well, I intended stars, but I don’t see them in the video. You may find it fitting.
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Brought Away Someplace
I have been picky with black tea. I was drinking a black tea I’ve just found and love— it is English Breakfast by Adagio, a common name, but it has a distinctive taste to me, a smooth, similar to dark chocolate flavor. When I drank it, I felt like I was brought someplace distant and […]
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Something To Listen To
Three Poems by Sara Teasdale I like to read poems in the silence of the night. I hope you enjoy them too. ✨📖🌘
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Nighttime Reading from Hidden Music
Tomorrow night, Saturday, Mercury will meet Saturn and Jupiter. 😊 ✨ A nighttime reading, my two favorites from the book. Two Poems by Rumi
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A Poem in its Original Language and in English
A poem by Pablo Neruda read by me in its original Spanish and then the English translation. There isn’t anything to see in this video but words to hear. Pablo Neruda- Me gustas cuando callas or I like it when you’re quiet ✨✨✨
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I’d Like To Read Some More
I chose to read these two poems by Jane Kenyon before I knew it would snow. The poems are “Waking in January Before Dawn” and “11,” the second one Jane translated from Russian and was originally written by the poet Anna Akhmatova. I never used to read about the poets I’d read personally, but I […]
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Two Favorites From Sara Teasdale
Reading from Rivers to the Sea, here are two favorite poems from the book: \”Thoughts\” and \”Summer Night, Riverside.\” Sara Teasdale is another poet who wrote in the early 1900s and had also lived in New York City. Poems read with the view of my lit poppy flower-scented candle. https://youtu.be/bN6_mp2sVJ4
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Begin With A Poem: Nighttime Reading, Sara Teasdale
Nighttime Poetry Reading: May Night by Sara Teasdale Maybe start the year listening to a poem.
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Sara Teasdale, Nighttime Poetry Reading
I recorded this video tonight, a poem by moonlight. ✨ Moonlit Poetry: Peace by Sara Teasdale