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Heres a virtual movie of the poet John Keats reading his lovely "Ode on Melacholy".
Please try my Dailymotion video websites where you can see the great poets oldtime acoustic blues performers...
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“From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.”
FIRE AND ICE by Robert Frost
You're trudging on your track
from day to day
when suddenly
you see a trick of...
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In dreams
I often go back
where I've been
to visit buildings
long since left behind.
There,
well beyond thought,
I again begin to re-enact
the Zodiac of my mind.
But why,
I wonder,
do I...
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A blind man told me
what he thought of sight.
“As if you open up a Russian doll
and place each front to back.
If you have light,
the near one's big.
The farthest one is small."
We learn from...
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Wooo! what a hateful,
hurtful thing to say.
Most people try
to hide their ignorance.
It's harder then
to take a counter-stance.
At this
I will not blindly walk away.
We will our wants
...
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They halted near a river. Orfeo
Observed an agèd boatman. "Will you row
Me to the other side?" he kindly asked.
"What? Ferry you across? Fool! don't you know
Those shiny waves give no...
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Unappreciated Garbage
The eyes of depression track the cracks
in the sidewalk and the curve of the curb.
They miss the beauty of joy on the horizon and
the flit of the...
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WTF?
Where the hell have we been all our lives?
The gold coin of youth miss-spent knowing what you think
you know. Thinking what we thought to think… Illusions
of...
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