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Poem By James Joyce 2007-10-04 19:33:00 James Joyce
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If you forget me (The verses of the captain) by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 17:11:00 read by MadonnaI want you to know one thingyou know how this isif I look at the crystal moonat the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,If I touch near the fire the impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log.Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals, or little boatsthat sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me.Well now, if little by little you stop loving me,I shall stop loving you, little by little.If suddenly you forget me, do not look for mefor I shall already have forgotten you.If you think at long and mad the wind banners that passes through my lifeand you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots,remember than on that day, at that hour I shall lift my armsand my roots will set off to seek another land.But if each day each houryou feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness.If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love,ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated,in m Read more:verses
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I Like For You to be Still by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 17:09:00 read by Glenn CloseI like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.It seems as though your eyes had flown awayand it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.As all things are filled with my soulyou emerge from the things, filled with my soul.You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,and you are like the word Melancholy.I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:Let me come to be still in your silence.And let me talk to you with your silencethat is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.One word then, one smile, is enough.And I am happy, happy that it΄s not Read more:Pablo
Integrations by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 17:08:00 read by Vincent PerezAfter everything,I will love youAs if it were always beforeAs if, after so much waiting,Not seeing youAnd you not coming,You were breathing close to me forever.Close to me with your habits,With your colour and your guitarJust as countries uniteIn school room lectures,And two regions become blurredAnd there is a river near a riverAnd two volcanoes grow together.Close to you is close to meAnd your absence is far from everythingAnd the moon is the colour of clayIn the night of quaking earthWhen, in terror of the earth,All the roots join togetherAnd silence is heard ringingWith the music of frightFear is also a streetAnd among its trembling stonesTenderness somehow is ableTo march with four feetAnd four lipsSince without leaving the presentThat is a fragile thingWe touch the sand of yesterdayAnd in the seaLove reveals a repeated furyto download MP3 Format of this poetry, visit this link Read more:Pablo
And Now You’re Mine (Love Sonnet LXXXI) by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 17:06:00 read by Andy García/Julia RobertsNow, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.Love, pain, and work, must sleep now.Night revolves on invisible wheelsand joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.No one else will sleep with my dream, love.You will go; we will go joined by the waters of time.No other one will travel the shadows with me,only you, ever green, ever sun, ever moon.Already your hands have opened their delicate fistsand let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,your eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:night, Earth, winds weave their fate, and already,not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream.to download MP3 Format of this poetry, visit this link Read more:Pablo
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Adonic Angela by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 17:05:00 read by Willem DafoeToday I stretched out nextto a pure young womanas if at the shore of a white ocean,as if at the centre of a burning starof slow space.From her lengthily green gazethe light fell like dry water,in transparent and deep circlesof fresh force.Her bosom like a two flamed fireburned raised in two regions,and in a double river reachedher large, clear feet.A climate of gold scarcely ripenedthe diurnal length of her bodyfilling it with extended fruitsand hidden fire.to download MP3 Format of this poetry, visit this link Read more:Pablo
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Tonight I Can Write by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 17:03:00 read by Andy GarcíaTonight
I can write the saddest lines.Write
, for example, ΄The night is starryand the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.΄The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.How could one not have loved her great still eyes?Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.What does it matter that my love could not keep her.The night is starry and she is not with me.This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.The sa Read more:Pablo
Walking Around by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 17:02:00 read by Samuel L. JacksonIt so happens I am sick of being a man.And it happens that I walk into tailor shops and movie housesdried up, waterproof, like a swan made of feltsteering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs.The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool.The only thing I want is to see no more stores, no gardens,no more goods, no spectacles, no elevators.It so happens that I am sick of my feet and my nailsand my hair and my shadow.It so happens I am sick of being a man.Still it would be marvellousto terrify a law clerk with a cut lily,or kill a nun with a blow on the ear.It would be greatto go through the streets with a green knifeletting out yells until I died of the cold.I don΄t want to go on being a root in the dark,insecure, stretched out, shivering with sleep,going on down, into the moist guts of the earth,taking in and thinking, eating every day.I don΄t want so much misery.I don΄t want to go on as a r Read more:Walking
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Ode to a Beautiful Nude by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 17:00:00 read by Rufus SewellWith a chaste heart - with pure eyes - I celebrate your beauty.Holding the leash of blood so that it might leap outand trace your outline while you lie down in my OdeAs in a land of forests or in surf,in aromatic loam or in sea musicBeautiful
nude -Equally beautiful your feetarched by primeval tap of wind and sound.Your ears, small shells of the splendid American sea.Your breasts, a level plenitude fulfilled by living light.Your flying eyelids of wheat, revealing or enclosingThe two deep countries of your eyes.The line your shoulders have divided into pale regionsLoses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple,Continues, separating your beauty down into two columnsOf burnished gold... fine alabasterTo sink into the two grapes of your feetWhere your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises ..Flowering fire... open chandelier,a swelling fruit over the pact of sea and earth.From what materials? agate? quartz? wheat? Did your body come together?Swelling l Read more:Pablo
Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 16:58:00 read by Ethan HawkeAll these fellows were there inside when she enteredutterly naked.They΄d been drinking and began to spit at her,recently come from the river, she understood nothing.She was a mermaid who had lost her way,the taunts flowed over her glistening fleshObscenities drenched her golden breasts.A stranger to tears, she did not weep,A stranger to clothes, she did not dress.They pocked her with cigarette ends and with burnt corksAnd rolled on the tavern floor in raucous laughterShe did not speak, since speech was unknown to herHer eyes were the colour of far away loveHer arms were matching topazesHer lips moved soundlessly in coral lightAnd ultimately she left by that doorHardly had she entered the river than she was cleansedGleaming once more like a white stone in the rainAnd without a backward look, she swam once moreSwam towards nothingness, swam to her dawn.to download MP3 Format of this poetry, visit this link Read more:Pablo
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Ode to the Sea by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 16:06:00 read by Ralph FiennesHere surrounding the island,There΄s sea.But what sea?It΄s always overflowing.Says yes,Then no,Then no again,And no,Says yesIn blueIn sea sprayRaging,Says noAnd no again.It can΄t be still.It stammersMy name is sea.It slaps the rocksAnd when they aren΄t convinced,Strokes themAnd soaks themAnd smothers them with kisses.With seven green tonguesOf seven green dogsOr seven green tigersOr seven green seas,Beating its chest,Stammering its name,Oh Sea,This is your name.Oh comrade ocean,Don΄t waste timeOr waterGetting so upsetHelp us instead.We are meager fishermen,Men from the shoreWho are hungry and coldAnd you΄re our foe.Don΄t beat so hard,Don΄t shout so loud,Open your green coffers,Place gifts of silver in our hands.Give us this day our daily fish.to download MP3 Format of this poetry, visit this link Read more:Pablo
Poor Fellows by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 16:04:00 read by Julia RobertsWhat it takes on this planet,to make love to each other in peace.Everyone pries under your sheets;everyone interferes with your loving.They say terrible things about a man and a woman,who after much milling about,all sorts of compunctions,do something unique,they both lay with each other in one bed.I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive,or sneeze as they please.Whether they whisper to each other in swamps about illegitimate frogs,or the joys of amphibious living.I ask myself if birds single out enemy birds,or bulls gossip with bullocks before they go out in public with cows.Even the roads have eyes and the parks their police.Hotels spy on their guests,windows name names,canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.All those ears and those jaws working incessantly,till a man and his girlhave to raise their climax,full tilt, on a bicycle.to download MP3 Format of this poetry, visit this link Read more:Pablo
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Leaning Into the Afternoons by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 15:57:00 read by Wesley SnipesLeaning into the afternoons,I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes.There, in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames;its arms turning like a drowning man΄s.I send out red signals across your absent eyesthat wave like the sea, or the beach by a lighthouse.You keep only darkness my distant female;from your regard sometimes, the coast of dread emerges.Leaning into the afternoons,I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashedby your oceanic eyes.The birds of night peck at the first starsthat flash like my soul when I love you.The night, gallops on its shadowy mare,Shedding blue tassels over the land.to download MP3 Format of this poetry, visit this link Read more:Pablo
Poetry by Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 15:08:00 Read By Miranda Richardson (The Postman - il postino Soundtrack)And it was at that age...Poetry
arrived in search of me.I don΄t know,I don΄t know where it came from, from winter or a river.I don΄t know how or when,no, they were not voices,they were not words, nor silence,but from a street I was summoned,from the branches of night,abruptly from the others,among violent fires or returning alone,there I was without a faceand it touched me.I did not know what to say,my mouth had no way with namesmy eyes were blind,and something started in my soul,fever or forgotten wings,and I made my own way,deciphering that fireand I wrote the first faint line,faint, without substance, pure nonsense,pure wisdomof someone who knows nothing,and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastenedand open planets, palpitating plantations,shadow perforated, riddled with arrows,fire and flowers,the winding night, the universe.And I, infinitesimal being,drunk with the great starry void,likeness, image of mystery,I felt my Read more:Pablo
Morning - Pablo Neruda 2007-09-27 15:02:00 Read By Sting (the postman Soundtrack)Naked you are simple as one of your hands;Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.You΄ve moon-lines, apple pathwaysNaked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;you΄ve vines and stars in your hair.Naked you are spacious and yellowas summer in a golden church.Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born,and you withdraw to the underground world.As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,and becomes a naked hand again.to download MP3 Format of this poetry, visit this link Read more:Pablo
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Poetry Reading: Leaves of Grass By Walt Whitman 2007-10-05 18:54:00 American poet Walt Whitman
’s Leaves of Grass, is a collection of poems notable for its frank delight in and praise of the senses, during a time when such candid displays were considered immoral. Where much previous poetry, especially English, relied on symbolism, allegory, and meditation on the religious and spiritual, Leaves of Grass exalted the body and the material world.Whitman was inspired to begin Leaves of Grass after reading an essay by Ralph Waldo Emerson which expressed a need for a uniquely American poet. When the book was first published, Whitman sent a copy to Emerson, whose praiseful letter of response helped launch the book to success. Whitman’s hero, Abraham Lincoln, read and enjoyed an early version of Leaves of Grass. Despite such high recommendations, Whitman faced charges of obscenity and immorality for his work, but this only led to increased popularity of the book.Whitman continually revised and republished Leaves of Grass throughout his lifetime, notably addi Read more:Poetry
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Road Not Taken By Robert Frost 2007-12-10 01:34:00 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fairAnd having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that, the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden blackOh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:two roads diverged in a wood, and I --I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference. Read more:Taken
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