poetry read by me – Blush of Dawn

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

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…… Continue reading The Heart of Rumi

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…… Continue reading I Heard It

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)

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

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

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 make…… Continue reading Ghazal Poetry: A Form That Lingers

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.…… Continue reading New Poet: Mimi Khalvati, A Poem Whose Sound Informs Its Meaning

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…… Continue reading Morning Words by Shams

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 EdnaAn interesting thought I had, which lines of poetry have I remembered?…… Continue reading Reading Edna and Lines I’ve Remembered

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…… Continue reading Rumi And Shams: Living Room Reading

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

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

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.…… Continue reading An Angel, A Ghost, or Some Poems

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 is such a relaxing way…… Continue reading A Poem by Amy Lowell To Hear Whenever You Choose

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…… Continue reading Poetry Reading of a Favorite Poet, "Modern Declaration"

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

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.

Candlelight and Snowfall, A Newfound, Well-Respected Poet

Two things I am good at that you may (or may not) know:*Eating enough cookies to feel satisfied, yet not too many to feel sick.*Opening a window just the right amount and also sitting at the most comfortable distance from it, not too far or near.Something that can cause me trouble:*Finding where I placed my…… Continue reading Candlelight and Snowfall, A Newfound, Well-Respected Poet

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…… Continue reading Brought Away Someplace