Please enjoy my reading of Jean Janzen’s poem, published in the collection Snake in the Parsonage, In November. I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I do. And if not, hey there’s other poems.
The above recording was recorded to celebrate Halloween this year. It is the anniversary of John Keats birth. A man that only lived to 25. Think of all the other poems he could have written. Anyway, as to not make you more sad, I will not comment any further on that detail. The poem’s words are below. Also, there are plenty of other poems I could have read for Halloween. Click here to check out a collection of “Halloween Poems” put together by the poetry foundation. There are also other John Keats poems that could put you in a spooky mood such as this one, Tis the Witching Time of Night.
“This living hand, now warm and capable”
BY JOHN KEATS
This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calm’d–see here it is–
I hold it towards you.
click here for to read a different version as published in New Ohio Review.
The version I read was as published in Tony’s collection Application for Release From the Dream published by Graywolf Press. You can buy an ebook via Amazon and Google Play Books. Or check for it at a local or independent book store.
Please take a moment to relax, close your eyes, and listen to a reading of a fine poem. Okay, you don’t have to close your eyes.
A Barred Owl
By Richard Wilbur
The warping night air having brought the boom
Of an owl’s voice into her darkened room,
We tell the wakened child that all she heard
Was an odd question from a forest bird,
Asking of us, if rightly listened to,
“Who cooks for you?” and then “Who cooks for you?”
Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear,
Can also thus domesticate a fear,
And send a small child back to sleep at night
Not listening for the sound of stealthy flight
Or dreaming of some small thing in a claw
Borne up to some dark branch and eaten raw.
Read this poem by clicking here.
There are several good readings like the one below. A few of them are from the Poetry Out Loud competition which introduced me to this poem.
“Faith” is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
Hello dear readers, I just want to write an old fashioned blog piece that may bore you to tears, but it helps me. So, a few days ago I recorded 8 poems. I was going to post 5 of them at once here on the blog. However, a few silly mistakes happened. By that i mean more than the blooper of the poem above. And maybe not all of them my fault. I read from a source that was probably not the original version. Poems were worded differently and without Emily’s intended punctuation (including the dashes).Another embarrassing mistake I made was that I thought I was reading a four line poem. But actually I was reading the last stanza of a poem titled It Might Be Lonelier by Emily Dickinson.
So, I may redo some of that. The good news is I did 3 other recordings. One of them was a reading of John Ashbery’s Just Walking Around. But I made two other recordings. One of them a poem by Billy Collins and the other a poem by Tony Hoagland. I will post those two soon. I don’t know if anybody besides me is reading this but if you are thank you and have a good one.
This is the last poem reading I’ll post for awhile. Talk to you folks later. Enjoy!