Spoken by Firelight

Spoken by Firelight http://odeo.com/channels/35272-Spoken-by-Firelight no It’s cold in Maine, so growing up there campfires were a part of daily life. I was mostly just the person who started the fire and quietly tended it. But on rare occasions I would recite a favorite poem. Mostly Edgar Alan Poe or William Shakespeare, but also some J.R.R. Tolkien and others. Contents: This podcast will contain the title and author, as well as the contents of the poem. I am not a public speaker, so there will be no unscripted dialogue. I will transcribe the text of the piece here on ODEO, along with any notes I might have about the piece. It’s cold in Maine, so growing up there campfires were a part of daily life. I was mostly just the person who started the fire and quietly tended it. But on rare occasions I would recite a favorite poem. Mostly Edgar Alan Poe or William Shakespeare, but also some J.R.R. Tolkien and others. Contents: This podcast will contain the title and author, as well as the contents of the poem. I am not a public speaker, so there will be no unscripted dialogue. I will transcribe the text of the piece here on ODEO, along with any notes I might have about the piece. It’s cold in Maine, so growing up there campfires were a part of daily life. I was mostly just the person who started the fire and quietly tended it. But on rare occasions I would recite a favorite poem. Mostly Edgar Alan Poe or William Shakespeare, but also some J.R.R. Tolkien and others. Contents: This podcast will contain the title and author, as well as the contents of the poem. I am not a public speaker, so there will be no unscripted dialogue. I will transcribe the text of the piece here on ODEO, along with any notes I might have about the piece. en-us 40 Sun, 20 Nov 2005 21:07:12 -0800 Sun, 20 Nov 2005 21:07:12 -0800 Lullaby by William Blake http://odeo.com/episodes/431046-Lullaby-by-William-Blake O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue to drown the throat of war! – When the senses are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness, who can stand? - When the souls of the oppressed fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand? - When the whirlwind of fury comes from the throne of god, when the frowns of his countenance drive the nations together, who can stand? - When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle, and sails rejoicing in the flood of Death; when souls are torn to everlasting fire, and fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain. O who can stand? - O who hath caused this? O who can answer at the throne of God? The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it! Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it! O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue to drown the throat of war! – When the senses are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness, who can stand? - When the souls of the oppressed fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand? - When the whirlwind of fury comes from the throne of god, when the frowns of his countenance drive the nations together, who can stand? - When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle, and sails rejoicing in the flood of Death; when souls are torn to everlasting fire, and fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain. O who can stand? - O who hath caused this? O who can answer at the throne of God? The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it! Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it! O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue to drown the throat of war! – When the senses are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness, who can stand? - When the souls of the oppressed fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand? - When the whirlwind of fury comes from the throne of god, when the frowns of his countenance drive the nations together, who can stand? - When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle, and sails rejoicing in the flood of Death; when souls are torn to everlasting fire, and fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain. O who can stand? - O who hath caused this? O who can answer at the throne of God? The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it! Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it! tag:odeo.com,2005-11-20,431046 Sun, 20 Nov 2005 21:07:12 -0800 no Spoken by Firelight Narcissus and Echo by Fred Chappel http://odeo.com/episodes/411404-Narcissus-and-Echo-by-Fred-Chappel Shall the water not remember?Ember my hand’s slow gesture, tracing above?of its mirror my half-imaginary?airy portrait? My only belonging?longing; is my beauty, which I take?ache away and then return, as love?of teasing playfully the one being?unbeing. whose gratitude I treasure?Is your moves me. I live apart?heart from myself, yet cannot?not live apart. In the water’s tone,?stone? that brilliant silence, a flower?Hour, whispers my name with such slight?light: moment, it seems filament of air,?fare the world becomes cloudswell.?well. Shall the water not remember?Ember my hand’s slow gesture, tracing above?of its mirror my half-imaginary?airy portrait? My only belonging?longing; is my beauty, which I take?ache away and then return, as love?of teasing playfully the one being?unbeing. whose gratitude I treasure?Is your moves me. I live apart?heart from myself, yet cannot?not live apart. In the water’s tone,?stone? that brilliant silence, a flower?Hour, whispers my name with such slight?light: moment, it seems filament of air,?fare the world becomes cloudswell.?well. Shall the water not remember?Ember my hand’s slow gesture, tracing above?of its mirror my half-imaginary?airy portrait? My only belonging?longing; is my beauty, which I take?ache away and then return, as love?of teasing playfully the one being?unbeing. whose gratitude I treasure?Is your moves me. I live apart?heart from myself, yet cannot?not live apart. In the water’s tone,?stone? that brilliant silence, a flower?Hour, whispers my name with such slight?light: moment, it seems filament of air,?fare the world becomes cloudswell.?well. tag:odeo.com,2005-11-13,411404 Sun, 13 Nov 2005 22:28:26 -0800 no Spoken by Firelight Was ever woman? Act 1, Scene II of Richard III http://odeo.com/episodes/358917-Was-ever-woman-Act-1-Scene-II-of-Richard-III Was ever a woman in this humour woo’d? Was ever a woman in this humour won? I’ll have her; but I will not keep her long. What! I, that kill’d her husband and his father, To take her in her heart’s extremest hate, With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I nothing to back my suit at all, But the plain devil and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, all the world to nothing! Ha! quoted edition on Amazon Was ever a woman in this humour woo’d? Was ever a woman in this humour won? I’ll have her; but I will not keep her long. What! I, that kill’d her husband and his father, To take her in her heart’s extremest hate, With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I nothing to back my suit at all, But the plain devil and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, all the world to nothing! Ha! quoted edition on Amazon Was ever a woman in this humour woo’d? Was ever a woman in this humour won? I’ll have her; but I will not keep her long. What! I, that kill’d her husband and his father, To take her in her heart’s extremest hate, With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I nothing to back my suit at all, But the plain devil and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, all the world to nothing! Ha! quoted edition on Amazon tag:odeo.com,2005-11-06,358917 Sun, 06 Nov 2005 11:39:25 -0800 no Spoken by Firelight Shakespeare