One of Paul Laurence Dunbars poems in southern dialect. W'en de evenin' shadders Come a-glidin' down. Fallin' black an' heavy Ovah hill an' town, Ef you..."

The woods grow smaller every year. My leaves Fall green and withered. Bitter water stings My shrinking roots. Yet I am Laurel still. I am the tree that one time was a maid, But that was long..."

Oh mighty fallen Titan, once so great, with ancient purple cheeks now cracked by tears, has fatal time so caught thee through the years and kept thy backbone to this rigid state? What art..."

live performance with poetry and music"

stellar light waves stary nites into divine bliss... reflections echo love so high... nothing resists... ancient echos muse the flow openning one..."

From the CD Audio recording "The Van Gogh Cafe" by Sue Clennell."

poetry uttered in an unfamiliar tongue twisting the landscape of a common experience translates to lyric media/ted by the sounds in the sea swirling "

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