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For Eager Lovers-Genevieve Taggard · Persuasion by Jane Austen

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  Speaker 1: Section one of For Eager Lovers by Genevieve Taggard. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org. The Futile by Genevieve Taggard read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org. When you gate, novelist, The stone falls,
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  Speaker 1: the bird flies, the arrow goes home. But we have
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  Speaker 1: no motion. We scatter like foam. Oh, give me a
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  Speaker 1: song to sing for your sorrow, A song that will
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  Speaker 1: lift like a wave from the reef, you and myself,
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  Speaker 1: that will fling like an arrow, my poor scattered words
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  Speaker 1: to the target of grief. I want to forget, to remember,
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  Speaker 1: no morrow, to go with the petrol, to go with
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  Speaker 1: the leaf. We would fly with all things to the
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  Speaker 1: goal of their flying. We would turn with all things
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  Speaker 1: to the magnetic star. But we never can live because
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  Speaker 1: of our dying, and we never can be for the
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  Speaker 1: things that we are. We alone of all creatures, the stones,
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  Speaker 1: more than we have no end, no motion, no destiny.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Very Young Love by Genevieve Taggart read for librevox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: When you gate novelist, wishes are birds. You have been
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  Speaker 1: circled round with them invisible. I sent you, in distress,
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  Speaker 1: flown from my that long had held them bound, surpassing
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  Speaker 1: winds in their sharp eagerness. You have not seen their
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  Speaker 1: dim shades on the ground, nor heard them, never felt
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  Speaker 1: their pinions press beating the air, but never making sound,
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  Speaker 1: and hanging over you in breathlessness. So with you here,
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  Speaker 1: the trembling little words lie down like frightened children in
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  Speaker 1: the dark, lie down and weep, And wishes, winged like birds,
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  Speaker 1: fly crowding back with this the only mark that I
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  Speaker 1: have almost told you breathless things. You hear the weary
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  Speaker 1: folding down of wings. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. First Miracle by Genevieve Taggard read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org. When you gate novelist, there was
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  Speaker 1: a time when Mother Nature made my soul's sun and
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  Speaker 1: my soul's shade. A cloud in the sky could take
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  Speaker 1: away the song in my heart for all day, and
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  Speaker 1: a little lark in a willow tree would mean happiness
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  Speaker 1: to me. My moods would mirror all her whims. Trees
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  Speaker 1: were my strength their limbs, my limbs. But ah, my
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  Speaker 1: mother tortured me, blowing with wind and sighing with sea.
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  Speaker 1: I flamed, I withered, I blossomed, I sang with her.
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  Speaker 1: I suffered pang for pang, until I said, I will
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  Speaker 1: grow my own tree where no natural wind will bother me.
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  Speaker 1: And I grew me a willow of my own heart's strength,
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  Speaker 1: with my will for its wit and my wish for
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  Speaker 1: its length. And I made me a bird of my
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  Speaker 1: own heart's fire to sing my own son and my
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  Speaker 1: own desire. And a vast white circle came in the air,
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  Speaker 1: and the winds around said, don't blow there, I said,
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  Speaker 1: blow on, blow, blow, blow blow. Fill all the sky
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  Speaker 1: above below with tempest and sleet and silence and snow
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  Speaker 1: wherever I go, no matter where my bird and my
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  Speaker 1: willow tree are there, however you frown, no matter how
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  Speaker 1: I will sing as I am singing now. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Tropical Girl to
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  Speaker 1: Her Garden by Genevieve Taggard, red for LibriVox dot LG.
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  Speaker 1: When you gate, novelist, withhold your breath heavy in noon
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  Speaker 1: and sleepy as slow death, garden of sweets and sours.
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  Speaker 1: The cluster of my body hangs odorous with flowers, stamen,
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  Speaker 1: serpent fangs, sultry and showers. Withhold your hand. My boughs
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  Speaker 1: are bent with gold. My face is fanned with wings
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  Speaker 1: of bees that thirsting curve and kiss under green leaves,
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  Speaker 1: green tendrils coil and hiss. Sun spills on me. Gloom
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  Speaker 1: bears me down too much. My heavy fruit will fall
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  Speaker 1: without a touch from hanging along in sultriiness like this.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Just introduced by Genevieve Taggard read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 1: byen Yougate novelist. Only a few hours we danced like wind,
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  Speaker 1: our faces like noon flowers on one slim stem were lifted,
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  Speaker 1: turned aside, You flew. I followed, matched your stride and
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  Speaker 1: held your paws and swung and parted wide. Only a
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  Speaker 1: few hours we danced like wind, thirsty as blown flowers,
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  Speaker 1: heavy lidded, fearful lied. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. First by Genevieve Taggard, read for
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  Speaker 1: librevox dot org by Newgate novelist. There is a bird
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  Speaker 1: that hangs head down and cries between the mango leaves
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  Speaker 1: and passion vines. Below are spotted serpent twines and blunts
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  Speaker 1: its head against the yellowing skies. Along the warping ground
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  Speaker 1: are turtle scrapes and tortured lie glazed fishes in marsh
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  Speaker 1: grass across the sky that burnishes like brass. A bat
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  Speaker 1: veers stupid with a yeast of grapes. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Beech Cabin by
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  Speaker 1: Genevieve Taggard read for LibriVox dot org. When you gate novelist,
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  Speaker 1: I dreamed you were the sea. I dreamed you pounded
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  Speaker 1: with foamy fists, the sad face of the shore waking.
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  Speaker 1: I lay beneath you, and the room resounded with the
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  Speaker 1: hoarse fury of the mounting ocean's roar. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Married by Genevieve Taggard,
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org. When you gate novelist, your
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  Speaker 1: face from my face, lips, lover of my lips, holder
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  Speaker 1: of my heart. For all our close companionships, we are apart, apart, apart,
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  Speaker 1: we are apart. Crying beauty leaves me dumb, your fire
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  Speaker 1: cold and still I watch the hours of morning come
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  Speaker 1: and always will. With this dull agony in my heart,
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  Speaker 1: we are apart, strong, solemn, stupid, kind parting. We leave
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  Speaker 1: behind silence, where our footsteps sound dead on the hollow ground.
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  Speaker 1: With a singing river. I used to run wild with wonder.
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  Speaker 1: Now there is no river, There is no sun, only
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  Speaker 1: an old vow. And this dull chant goes through my head,
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  Speaker 1: And this dull moan sinks in my heart. Half of
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  Speaker 1: my body must be dead. We are apart. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Leave Me Alone
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  Speaker 1: a Little by Genevieve Taggard read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Newgate novelist. Leave me Alone a little? Must I
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  Speaker 1: be yours? When all my heart is pouring with this
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  Speaker 1: sea out to the Moon's impersonal majesty. Leave me alone.
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  Speaker 1: My little vou endures men's irritating love, surviving yours, surviving all,
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  Speaker 1: surviving even you leave me alone. This is no rendezvous.
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  Speaker 1: I am not false, except with my old sea and moon.
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  Speaker 1: You understand me. Wait behind the dune, Oh level glow,
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  Speaker 1: oh soft soft spoken sea. Leave me alone? Why will
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  Speaker 1: you follow me? End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Black Laughter by Genevieve Taggard read for
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  Speaker 1: Lebrivox dot Org by Newgate novelist Harh shunnuttered thunder stood
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  Speaker 1: like a stone wall above the marsh's silver line, crooked cranes,
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  Speaker 1: white as lightning, flattened for an instant, flashing from the
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  Speaker 1: cloud came driving towards us. Toward us, fell the long
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  Speaker 1: lines of the shade laden trees, soundless slanting thunder, and
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  Speaker 1: the snail like hills dragged nearer the marshes, slime borne down.
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  Speaker 1: So by sullen immensities, two caught children We stood waiting
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  Speaker 1: the flash, the oblique arm of the parent, waiting for
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  Speaker 1: speech from the jowl of the irritated horizon. Our love
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  Speaker 1: began between flash and crash, teror scene and terror heard.
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  Speaker 1: See what a cripple our love is. It is sullen.
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  Speaker 1: Sometimes it makes walls of black laughter. It is fond
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  Speaker 1: of words, fond of thick vowels. It mimics thunder between us.
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  Speaker 1: It limps we wait for it when we must faces
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  Speaker 1: averted end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Quiet Woman by Genevieve Taggard read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: When you get novelist, I will defy you down until
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  Speaker 1: my death, with cold body in drawn breath, terrible and cruel.
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  Speaker 1: I will move with you like a surly tiger. If
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  Speaker 1: you knew why I am shaken, if fond you could
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  Speaker 1: see all the caged arrogance in me, you would not
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  Speaker 1: lean so boyishly, so bold to kiss my body, quivering
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  Speaker 1: and cold. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. I have moved West by Genevieve Taggard read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org. When you gate novelist, I have
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  Speaker 1: moved west. I travel with the sun. You cannot hold,
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  Speaker 1: you cannot hinder me. There are no ends for what
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  Speaker 1: I have begun. There are no resting places where I
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  Speaker 1: run until I am surrendered to the sea. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Endless Circle by
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  Speaker 1: Genevieve Taggard read for LibriVox dot org. When you gate novelist,
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  Speaker 1: the tree we lay under the thunder, the thunder of
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  Speaker 1: my heart and your wonder and our weeping. Now we
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  Speaker 1: are old, we are worn, we are weary of sleeping.
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  Speaker 1: There's an end to all sorrow. There must be an
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  Speaker 1: end to our weeping. Come with me, run with me,
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  Speaker 1: fine with me, laughing and leaping the tree, we lay
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  Speaker 1: under the thunder, the thunder of my heart, and your
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  Speaker 1: wonder and our weeping. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Simple Summary by Genevieve Taggard, read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org. When You Gate novelist, Up that
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  Speaker 1: thin river, going over sand, down that deep river, purple
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  Speaker 1: to the sun, My finger's fire cool, your quiet hand,
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  Speaker 1: and your voice sad and mine the ardent one, so silver, thin,
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  Speaker 1: the flutelike running river, threaded the sea, set purple stream,
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  Speaker 1: and we sat mingling voices, solemn and a quiver, until
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  Speaker 1: we struck the storm and heard the sea. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Little Hamlet by
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  Speaker 1: Genevieve Taggard, read for LibriVox dot org. By Newgate novelist,
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  Speaker 1: Over You, Over You, Over, I hang like a wave,
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  Speaker 1: like a lover, like a scimitar, edged with hate, too
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  Speaker 1: heavy with grief to be straight, and far too frail
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  Speaker 1: to ever discover how to fall, Like a wave, or
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  Speaker 1: a lover, or a blue thin scimitar. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The enamel Girl
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  Speaker 1: by Genevieve Taggard read for LibriVox dot Org by Newgate novelist.
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  Speaker 1: Fearful of beauty. I always went timidly, indifferent, dainty, hesitant,
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  Speaker 1: taking in just what was tiniest and thin, careful not
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  Speaker 1: to care for burning beauty in blue air, wanting what
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  Speaker 1: my hand could touch that not too much, looking not
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  Speaker 1: to left nor right on a honey side, lent night,
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  Speaker 1: fond of arts and trinkets. If imperishable and stiff, they
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  Speaker 1: never played me false nor fell into fine dust. They
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  Speaker 1: lasted well. They lasted till you came, and then when
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  Speaker 1: you went, sufficed again. But for you they had been
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  Speaker 1: quite all I needed for my sight. You faded. I
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  Speaker 1: never knew how to unfold as flowers do, or how
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  Speaker 1: to nourish anything to make it grow. I wound a
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  Speaker 1: wing with one caress, with one kiss break most fragile ecstasies.
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  Speaker 1: Now terror touches me when I dream I am touching
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  Speaker 1: a butterfly. And this recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Forever Lost by Genevieve Taggard read for Lebrivos dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Newgate novelist. Forever Lost, Like birds, forever flying, Searching
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  Speaker 1: bleak space, circling and with the south wind crying across
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  Speaker 1: Earth's face, harrowed, I fly and like them lost forever,
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  Speaker 1: having once seen scarlet in a jungle by a deep river,
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  Speaker 1: Scarlet and green. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain for Eager Lovers by Genevieve Taggard for
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  Speaker 1: lebrevoxt dot org. When you gaate, novelist, I understand what
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  Speaker 1: you were running for, slim naked boy, and why from
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  Speaker 1: far inland you came between dark hills. I know the
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  Speaker 1: roar the sea makes in some ears. I understand. I
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  Speaker 1: understand why you were running now, and how you heard
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  Speaker 1: the sea resound, and how you leaped and left your
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  Speaker 1: valley for the long brown road. I understand the song
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  Speaker 1: you chanted with your running, with your feet marking the
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  Speaker 1: measure of your high heart's beat. Now you are broken,
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  Speaker 1: seeing your wide brow, I see your dreams. I understand
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  Speaker 1: you now, since I have run like you, I understand
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  Speaker 1: the throat's long wish, the breath that comes so quick,
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  Speaker 1: the heart's light leap, the heels that drag so sick
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  Speaker 1: and warped, heat wrinkles lengthening the sand. Now you are
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  Speaker 1: broken seeing your wide brow. I see your dreams understanding
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  Speaker 1: now the cry, the certainty wide arms, and then the
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  Speaker 1: way rude ocean rises and descends. I saw you stretched
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  Speaker 1: and wounded where tide ends. I do not want to
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  Speaker 1: walk that way again. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Angular by Genevieve taie Good, read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Newgate novelist. Other hearts have
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  Speaker 1: broken gracefully for your sake. And now your eyes reproach
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  Speaker 1: me that my ache is awkward, and my arms are
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  Speaker 1: angular across my breast where emptiness is pressed. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Poet in the
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  Speaker 1: Basement by Genevieve Taggard, read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 1: Newgate Novelist. Only to tell your loveliness, this love, Only
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  Speaker 1: to tell pain's odor, beauty, burning miracle of my surrender.
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  Speaker 1: Late I flew, but ever arrow straight. I fly now
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  Speaker 1: from the shade that falls, that fell lightly on you,
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  Speaker 1: on me with a wave's weight. Oh, I must go.
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  Speaker 1: This city has a spell. I never gave it leave
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  Speaker 1: to have still still to tell the weaving of your
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  Speaker 1: footsteps on the stairs, with my slow dropping love for
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  Speaker 1: you that wears cold stone. I want my heart for still,
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  Speaker 1: I stay put out the stars give me another day
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  Speaker 1: only to tell. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Sea Change by Genevieve Taggard read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org. When yougate novelist, you are no more
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  Speaker 1: but sunk in in a sea. Ye sheer into dream.
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  Speaker 1: Ten thousand leagues you fell, and now you lie green, golden,
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  Speaker 1: while a bell swings with the tide. My heart and
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  Speaker 1: all is well till I look down and wavering the spell,
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  Speaker 1: your loveliness returns there in the sea where you lie,
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  Speaker 1: amber pale and coral cool. You are most loved, most lost,
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  Speaker 1: most beautiful. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Tired Girl by Genevieve Taggart read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org. When you get novelist, put her away some
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  Speaker 1: place between two hills, away from the sea and the sun.
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  Speaker 1: She has so much to think of. Must she run
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  Speaker 1: on your bright bosom always, Mother Earth, put her away,
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  Speaker 1: and let some other birth bring her back to the
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  Speaker 1: sound of the sea and the sun. After she ponders
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  Speaker 1: under silent hills beneath your swarming bosom, Mother earth, She
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  Speaker 1: will have words for her beloved one end of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain unacknowledged dedication by
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  Speaker 1: Genevieve Taggart read for librevox dot org when you gate novelist.
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  Speaker 1: These were his songs. Now he has broken them. All
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  Speaker 1: he has made, that has he also slain. Seeing my
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  Speaker 1: beauty budding, broke the stem, finding his likeness here where
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  Speaker 1: he has lain, finding the flame of his hurt spirit,
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  Speaker 1: here in this small pool that motioned with his shade,
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  Speaker 1: Seeing himself, he smote me with his fear. He only
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  Speaker 1: lives to break what he has made, All all he fathered,
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  Speaker 1: all that lived by him, shut from his face with
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  Speaker 1: banging of loud doors. The sun, losing his spirit, now
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  Speaker 1: is gone dim Only the sea that roared before still
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  Speaker 1: roars now. It is time to go softly away. We
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  Speaker 1: will grow fragile songs. Soon we will fade. He has
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  Speaker 1: no place for us. We cannot stay. He cannot bear
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  Speaker 1: the beauty he has made. Where will we go my
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  Speaker 1: songs under the sun. There is no place to go, No,
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  Speaker 1: there is none. The sea is scornful of our sufferings.
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  Speaker 1: The sea is like him, careless of all things. Beating
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  Speaker 1: her own and mourning that they die. All things are
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  Speaker 1: like him beautiful. They lie, pressing their image wildly on
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  Speaker 1: our grief, prone in their beauty, terrible and brief. And
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  Speaker 1: when they face us, bitterly afraid, they cannot bear the
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  Speaker 1: beauty they have made. Where will we go? My song?
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  Speaker 1: He does not know your faces any more, or love
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  Speaker 1: your lips. We are too frail to last. There will
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  Speaker 1: be snow, the noise of rivers, and the winter's whips
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  Speaker 1: to wind and water. We will give our woe that
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  Speaker 1: once made music. Let them follow him. When all the
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  Speaker 1: sky is darkened at the rim, and he and we
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  Speaker 1: have stumbled in its shade, no one will know the
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  Speaker 1: beauty he has made. End of poem. This recordings in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain Indian Summer by Genevieve Taggard, read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org, Banugate novelist. In that day everyone will sing,
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  Speaker 1: every one will play. In that day there will be caroling,
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  Speaker 1: You will make poems for your neighbor's child. Woods will
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  Speaker 1: grow wild in that day. Men will not pray. Men's
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  Speaker 1: hearts will never know struggle and woe. Lovers will be
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  Speaker 1: simple and free on warm fall nights men's sweethearts will conceive.
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  Speaker 1: No one will grieve, no one grow gray feet, will
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  Speaker 1: not go wandering in that day, save on one quest
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  Speaker 1: older than they across one threshold, an unbidden guest. End
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This recordings in the public domain. Talking Water
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  Speaker 1: by Genevieve Taggart read for LibriVox dot org. When youugate, novelist,
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  Speaker 1: if you poise your forefoot in my pool, I will
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  Speaker 1: not lose a ripple, beautiful crackle the fern stems, arch aloft,
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  Speaker 1: and stare see. There's no fright for you anywhere. A
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  Speaker 1: leaf shall not lift, nor a shade shake you and
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  Speaker 1: your shy love away from my lake. I know the
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  Speaker 1: noon is ablaze for you. This gaunt forest a maze
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  Speaker 1: for you. Kneel near this drop of water on stone.
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  Speaker 1: No one comes plunging. You are alone to day. I
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  Speaker 1: am opal tinged with blue. My color deepens with the
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  Speaker 1: glassy heat, and I listen for hoofs am I timid too.
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  Speaker 1: Noon is my enemy. Thrust in your feet, Trample this silver,
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  Speaker 1: trample this sand. I will not startle you. Little one
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  Speaker 1: stand slim is the larch there. I'll not take even
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  Speaker 1: your shade to the naked ache of my lessening waters.
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  Speaker 1: If you lean another fawn like you, but green, will
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  Speaker 1: flick his ears and curve his throat. His shadow hoof
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  Speaker 1: will lift between these pebble splotches. Will you float, mingle
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  Speaker 1: and drowse and touch me, beautiful? If you come down
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  Speaker 1: some blown noon to my pool, I will be quiet.
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  Speaker 1: I will be cool. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Boys and Girls by Genevieve Taggard
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org Rine you Gate novelist. The
• 32:13
  Speaker 1: sunchild boys and girls come out to play. The sun
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  Speaker 1: is up, the winds astray. Early morning's gold is gone.
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  Speaker 1: They slumber on, They slumber on. I have never done
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  Speaker 1: with you all of the things I want to do.
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  Speaker 1: I will put kisses on your knees, and we will
• 32:35
  Speaker 1: squander as we please this lovely little lazy day ninety
• 32:40
  Speaker 1: million miles away. The sun halloos come out to play.
• 32:46
  Speaker 1: The winds are prancing on tiptoe, impatient with the long waiting.
• 32:50
  Speaker 1: So the hills look up. Come out, and oh, let
• 32:55
  Speaker 1: your bodies dart and run while I make shadows, says
• 32:59
  Speaker 1: the sun. Boys and girls come out to play. Before
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  Speaker 1: the river runs away. I have never done with you.
• 33:08
  Speaker 1: Half the things I want to do the sun boys
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  Speaker 1: and girls come out to play before the river runs away,
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  Speaker 1: while you are fluid, unafraid, beneath my light and shadow
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  Speaker 1: skin before this folded gloom is dim, and limb no
• 33:27
  Speaker 1: longer follows Limb dancing under spotted shade. For dancing were
• 33:33
  Speaker 1: your bodies made before the roses of you fade? Find
• 33:38
  Speaker 1: your meaning for the mouth while I lean south while
• 33:42
  Speaker 1: I go west, Find your meaning for the rest the sun. Child,
• 33:50
  Speaker 1: Throw back your head and fly with me, Love me,
• 33:53
  Speaker 1: chase me, lie with me. Follow, sweetheart of the sun.
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  Speaker 1: Turn and follow where I run between blue vineyards and
• 34:02
  Speaker 1: fruit trees. Fall down and kiss me on the knees.
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  Speaker 1: Pant beside me while I pull berries for you from
• 34:11
  Speaker 1: the full blue jeweled branches, crush them red, not on
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  Speaker 1: your mouth, on mine instead the sun. Nimble you move,
• 34:24
  Speaker 1: You are my own, my pliantessence, all alone, on fire
• 34:30
  Speaker 1: in the passive sky. I burn a stone, a golden stone.
• 34:37
  Speaker 1: Together you in double shade, discover why your limbs were
• 34:42
  Speaker 1: made the sunchild. I have never done with you. Holf
• 34:49
  Speaker 1: the things I want to do. Link your arms and
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  Speaker 1: loosen them. Pluck and suck a grassy stem. Touch my
• 34:58
  Speaker 1: breasts with that blue aster. Kiss me fast, I'll kiss
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  Speaker 1: you faster. Link your arms and loosen them. Now, link
• 35:06
  Speaker 1: your arms like mine, together toward me lightly like a feather,
• 35:11
  Speaker 1: dance like feathers. You'll be blown across the level field alone,
• 35:17
  Speaker 1: and like a brown wing. My bare feet will skim
• 35:21
  Speaker 1: the meadow till we meet. The river skips, but we
• 35:26
  Speaker 1: are quicker. Its little body's slender glisten goes down alley
• 35:31
  Speaker 1: ways of leaves flicker, sun and river flicker. Listen, lover, listen,
• 35:38
  Speaker 1: listen how the river laughs and grieves. I have never
• 35:44
  Speaker 1: done with you. Hold the things I want to do.
• 35:49
  Speaker 1: Leap for me, sweetheart, Reach and try to catch me, sweetheart,
• 35:54
  Speaker 1: kiss and cry after me, sweetheart, darting by. After you
• 36:00
  Speaker 1: seize me, we will lie aye in the grass, you
• 36:05
  Speaker 1: in the sky. After you kiss me, we will start
• 36:09
  Speaker 1: to try and reach each other's heart, and searching frantically
• 36:14
  Speaker 1: find the unseen blisses of the blind the sun children.
• 36:22
  Speaker 1: Before the river runs away, boison girls come out to play.
• 36:29
  Speaker 1: They slumber on, They slumber on. Morning's glint is almost
• 36:34
  Speaker 1: gone with yellow bubbles. Fill your veins before the lusty
• 36:40
  Speaker 1: day star veins. They slumber on, They slumber on silken leopard.
• 36:47
  Speaker 1: Noon is gone. Die, you may die. You must fill
• 36:54
  Speaker 1: your mouths with pollen, dust, calyxes and honey thighs both
• 37:00
  Speaker 1: you'll wher beauty dies. Find out why mouths are berry
• 37:06
  Speaker 1: red before you stiffen in your drab bed over you
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  Speaker 1: humming summer will glide. You'll never lie languid on your side.
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  Speaker 1: And listen then, as you listen now to half hood melodies.
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  Speaker 1: Oh how the river runs and runs and runs, fluid
• 37:27
  Speaker 1: with splendor, and the sun's circuit is singing fragile day
• 37:34
  Speaker 1: boys and girls come out to play friend of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Frost in the
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  Speaker 1: Air by Genevieve Taggard read for librivos dot org. When
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  Speaker 1: yougate novelist, Winter put his shoulder to our door. Nights
• 38:01
  Speaker 1: are turning colder. More and more we are old or
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  Speaker 1: older than before. Poppied sleep and honeyed breath are an
• 38:13
  Speaker 1: antidote for death. If your fingers tingle, hold them here
• 38:20
  Speaker 1: doom has drawn a single circle. Clear, lean to me
• 38:26
  Speaker 1: and mingle fear with fear. Poppied sleep and honeyed breath
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  Speaker 1: are an antidote for death. End of poem. This recording
• 38:40
  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Every Day Alchemy by Genevieve Taggard,
• 38:51
  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org. Banugate novelist. Men go to
• 38:59
  Speaker 1: women mute for their peace, and they who lack it
• 39:04
  Speaker 1: most create it when they make, because they must, loving
• 39:10
  Speaker 1: their men a solace. Four sad bosom bended heads. There
• 39:17
  Speaker 1: is all the meager piece. Men get. No other where,
• 39:22
  Speaker 1: no mountain space, no tree with placid leaves, or heavy
• 39:27
  Speaker 1: gloom beneath the young girl's hair, No sound of valley
• 39:31
  Speaker 1: bell on autumn air, or room made home with doves
• 39:36
  Speaker 1: along the eaves. Ever holds peace like this, poured by
• 39:41
  Speaker 1: poor women out of their heart's poverty for worn men.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 39:59
  Speaker 1: Epithya Amiam by Genevieve Taggart read for LibriVox dot org.
• 40:04
  Speaker 1: When you gate, novelist, out of the forest, panther, come silken, supple,
• 40:13
  Speaker 1: silent lone, out of the forest, drooped with night to
• 40:19
  Speaker 1: your delight, under bloom an over stone. Out of the forest, panther,
• 40:26
  Speaker 1: come something sees and slips with you, something huge and gaunt,
• 40:33
  Speaker 1: and blue lashes its tail and follows you. You pursued,
• 40:39
  Speaker 1: still pursue, sky with thunder on its rim, closes and
• 40:45
  Speaker 1: closes after you trigger loin swinging limb. Go and go
• 40:52
  Speaker 1: and go from him, brushing haunches taut with dew, follow follow,
• 41:00
  Speaker 1: follow you. Now the dough with lifted ears rears in
• 41:05
  Speaker 1: the bramble, looks and hears sway a little creeper, creeper
• 41:13
  Speaker 1: after you, comes more gaunt than you, and lean for prey,
• 41:17
  Speaker 1: and quick the leaper and the little doe will sleep
• 41:22
  Speaker 1: with the sleeper. Out of the forest. Panther come, silken supple,
• 41:31
  Speaker 1: silent lone, out of the forest, drooped with night to
• 41:38
  Speaker 1: your delight, under bloom and over stone. Out of the forest,
• 41:45
  Speaker 1: panther come. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Spring Touch by Genevieve Taggard, red for LibriVox
• 42:03
  Speaker 1: Dootleg when you gate, novelist, how tender mad. The little
• 42:10
  Speaker 1: meadows lie, The wobbling lambs are tasting milky weeds. The
• 42:16
  Speaker 1: tipsy trees are leaned like foam on green wind gullied seas.
• 42:23
  Speaker 1: The pale moth flutters where the pale moth leads and
• 42:27
  Speaker 1: ye swimming the sky, waist deep in surf of apple blossoms,
• 42:33
  Speaker 1: ay sweet tea or thigh take the new tingle of
• 42:38
  Speaker 1: your froth of seeds. End of poem. This recording is
• 42:44
  Speaker 1: in the public domain. The Long Magic by Genevieve Taggard
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  Speaker 1: read v LibriVox, dotalg by Newgate novelist. Swing, Swing and
• 43:04
  Speaker 1: swoon morning, evening, noon, and with night sleep if you
• 43:14
  Speaker 1: must weep, but here here with me, swing like the sea,
• 43:22
  Speaker 1: where waves are tall torrents and the three tides fall.
• 43:29
  Speaker 1: Let the end be with the last sweep, swoon, swoon
• 43:34
  Speaker 1: with me, then sleep. End of poem. This recording is
• 43:41
  Speaker 1: in the public domain. With Child by Genevieve Taggard read
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  Speaker 1: for Librevox dot org by Newgate novelist. Now I am
• 43:58
  Speaker 1: slow and placid, fond of sun, like a sleek beast
• 44:04
  Speaker 1: or a worn one. No slim and languid girl, not
• 44:09
  Speaker 1: glad with the windy trip I once had, but velvet footed,
• 44:14
  Speaker 1: musing of my own torpid, mellow, stupid as a stone.
• 44:22
  Speaker 1: You cleft me with your beauty's pulse, and now your
• 44:26
  Speaker 1: pulse has taken body care, not how the old grace goes,
• 44:32
  Speaker 1: how heavy I am grown big with this loneliness. How
• 44:37
  Speaker 1: you alone ponder our love? Touch my feet and feel
• 44:43
  Speaker 1: how Earth tingles teeming at my heel. Earth's urge, not mine,
• 44:51
  Speaker 1: my little death, not hers, and the pure beauty yearns
• 44:56
  Speaker 1: and stirs. It does not heed our ecstasies. It turns,
• 45:02
  Speaker 1: with secrets of its own, its own concerns, toward a
• 45:07
  Speaker 1: windy world of its own, toward stark and solitary places
• 45:13
  Speaker 1: in the dark, defiant Even now it tugs and moans
• 45:18
  Speaker 1: to be untangled from these mother's bones. End of poem.
• 45:25
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Ice age by
• 45:35
  Speaker 1: Genevieve Taggard, read for LibriVox dot org. When you gate
• 45:38
  Speaker 1: novelist noiselessly, the planets will blow by like smoke, like breath,
• 45:47
  Speaker 1: like driven snow, frost bitten suns, on on on on
• 45:54
  Speaker 1: will blow over Earth's curve. The moons like birds, will fly,
• 46:01
  Speaker 1: making no noise and only vague shadow and spider. Snow
• 46:07
  Speaker 1: will spin and spin a tangle of frost to snare
• 46:11
  Speaker 1: Earth in little Earth. Then will house few men, Little Earth, shrunken,
• 46:19
  Speaker 1: no longer drunken, purple, splendid, roistering Earth, Little Earth hung
• 46:26
  Speaker 1: with pearls of seas, little Earth shivering about to freeze,
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  Speaker 1: and through her veins caught in this web, life and
• 46:36
  Speaker 1: color and sound will ebb. There will be faint tints,
• 46:43
  Speaker 1: none from the center of the sun. There will be
• 46:47
  Speaker 1: light noises, no sound partier than snow. Never a sound
• 46:53
  Speaker 1: of thunder or river, torrent or stone, Only vague breath
• 46:58
  Speaker 1: from the old life giver making her own final lingering
• 47:04
  Speaker 1: filigree of frost blown on the glass of the sky.
• 47:08
  Speaker 1: In planet and tree, an icicle, moon, a torrent, and
• 47:13
  Speaker 1: three glittering stars, warf grown a slight tone, rippling sound
• 47:18
  Speaker 1: into the stilling river. The crisp sea and spider snow
• 47:25
  Speaker 1: will spin and spin a tangle of cold to catch
• 47:29
  Speaker 1: Earth in morning's red yawn. Evening's pain never will startle
• 47:36
  Speaker 1: the Earth then peer from her stain, her garments discarded
• 47:42
  Speaker 1: or cleansed by the cold, clean hands of the rain.
• 47:47
  Speaker 1: A leaf's lines, a stem's tints make in icy places, prints,
• 47:53
  Speaker 1: trace of a foot, of a hooked claw settled to
• 47:57
  Speaker 1: stone since the last thaw. Minnows bent with wavering along
• 48:03
  Speaker 1: a pool's ice edges, cling all the beautiful, brave colors
• 48:08
  Speaker 1: that curled in the wave flooding ground, purple and crimsoning
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  Speaker 1: air are battered and rigid and bare earth blood of
• 48:19
  Speaker 1: her sap too stiff to unfold the sprouted mold in
• 48:23
  Speaker 1: the cleft of her lap, while circles woven nearer now
• 48:28
  Speaker 1: hang cold broodings on her brow, still, then crackling once more. Still,
• 48:36
  Speaker 1: icy feet come up the hill, pushing back the granite fright.
• 48:41
  Speaker 1: Men sing morning and sing night only, singing matters now,
• 48:47
  Speaker 1: with stark birds on every bough, Caroling for morning, caroling
• 48:52
  Speaker 1: for noon, stiff tasks done with a tiny tune, and
• 48:57
  Speaker 1: never a note in tambore any bigger than the tone
• 49:00
  Speaker 1: of a flute. Little sounds only coming in your throat,
• 49:05
  Speaker 1: and the big sounds mute, thinner, rarer, and more shrill
• 49:11
  Speaker 1: as silence whitens on the hill, whistling in daylight to
• 49:16
  Speaker 1: keep up nerve, while blue whiteness comes up the curve,
• 49:21
  Speaker 1: bravado of sparse breath blown straight at death, voices in silence,
• 49:27
  Speaker 1: swooping like birds, voices and caroling, warm words flung at
• 49:33
  Speaker 1: the sky's stiff stare into the brittle air, laugh like
• 49:38
  Speaker 1: a torch's flare, desperate gayety, and games and pleasantries for
• 49:45
  Speaker 1: comfort like worn flames, will be their only way. For
• 49:50
  Speaker 1: in the midst of play pause, a long sway, something
• 49:56
  Speaker 1: faltering underneath the brief gas of the breath, eyes blur,
• 50:02
  Speaker 1: blunder of mortal fingers, words too thick to say, slight
• 50:08
  Speaker 1: motions underneath the gray faces of cloud, and caroling, caroling,
• 50:15
  Speaker 1: caroling aloud to keep the cold away. Some will slouch, lazy, brave.
• 50:23
  Speaker 1: Others crouch in a hidden cave, hearing near and hearing far.
• 50:29
  Speaker 1: Heavy steps from feet of stone, tread the warping fields alone,
• 50:34
  Speaker 1: hearing far and hearing near, the winds hiss in Earth's ear,
• 50:39
  Speaker 1: feel ground fall and ground reel. Brittle footsteps steal up
• 50:45
  Speaker 1: the hill and down the cliff, touching, snapping, making stiff,
• 50:49
  Speaker 1: while granite footsteps grinding numb up the little hollow. Come
• 50:55
  Speaker 1: not to give in. Men will go on making vague love,
• 50:59
  Speaker 1: kissing wan faces, trying to make children with women trying
• 51:05
  Speaker 1: to wake hints of old hunger, bitterly break flesh that
• 51:11
  Speaker 1: turns marble hard, trying to take life in their arms
• 51:16
  Speaker 1: for their brief comfort's sake. Women will not move as
• 51:22
  Speaker 1: move those confidant of love hurt like a torpid snake
• 51:27
  Speaker 1: agony drags and stirs, but cannot wake. So they will
• 51:33
  Speaker 1: pass their days fostering a child or two, giving names
• 51:38
  Speaker 1: of haarf, remembered music, clamor sound over hunched shoulders, peering
• 51:43
  Speaker 1: round for cold that creeping comes over and over, saying
• 51:49
  Speaker 1: tropic words and calling babies after jungle birds. They will
• 51:55
  Speaker 1: be cheered with each new child, and the weird pull
• 51:59
  Speaker 1: of the sky, and the wild tangle of hooped moons
• 52:03
  Speaker 1: piled like rubbish, and the pallid west won't trouble them
• 52:08
  Speaker 1: so much with what they feared. They'll touch cautiously their
• 52:13
  Speaker 1: children and their lovers, clutch anything alive, not to give in.
• 52:20
  Speaker 1: Men will go on cold to the chin, light, stepping
• 52:25
  Speaker 1: for fear, feeling the thin ice of the air crack
• 52:29
  Speaker 1: under the weight of feather poised earth, and the near
• 52:33
  Speaker 1: nuzzle of snow, and the wind's spear, smoke from fire
• 52:39
  Speaker 1: and ICE's smoke lunge together, fight and choke, plunge and
• 52:44
  Speaker 1: throttle and fight, and all blue smoke vanishes, ashes fall.
• 52:52
  Speaker 1: Some will call the skimming planets cranes going south for winter,
• 52:57
  Speaker 1: nothing more. And some will sow the icy fields with grains,
• 53:01
  Speaker 1: search barren pools, harvest seaweed, plant a pebble, or plow
• 53:07
  Speaker 1: snow with patient tools, and they will never cease to
• 53:12
  Speaker 1: look for spring. Climb endless hills, and turn from east
• 53:17
  Speaker 1: to west and west to east, imagining the least shreds
• 53:23
  Speaker 1: of far color, supposing that they feel warmth on their faces.
• 53:28
  Speaker 1: Following the wheel circling on its axis, they will search
• 53:33
  Speaker 1: the sky for sign of thaw or rain or any change,
• 53:38
  Speaker 1: looking for birds where only dead stars fly, and calling
• 53:43
  Speaker 1: snows and deepening snowfalls strange in tightening silence, they will
• 53:51
  Speaker 1: search for sound beneath the smother of the sky, find
• 53:55
  Speaker 1: tangled iron, as the first men found iron and more
• 54:00
  Speaker 1: than mortal sinew in the ground, and they will worship
• 54:05
  Speaker 1: symbols of sure things, sure things, and tangible cut clear
• 54:12
  Speaker 1: forgetting rust. They will keep iron near and try to
• 54:16
  Speaker 1: pour into an iron mold, the past's white fire, perishing
• 54:20
  Speaker 1: with cold, and out of irons. Touch upon their palms
• 54:26
  Speaker 1: will come a song, and they will see stone hammers
• 54:30
  Speaker 1: make a clang, sing as they never sang, wild, assaulting strong, clang,
• 54:39
  Speaker 1: cold clang, stone on stone with iron bits clamped together, clang, clang,
• 54:47
  Speaker 1: iron twisted till it fits notched and jammed and bolted, fast,
• 54:52
  Speaker 1: rearing heavily and slow. One monument against snow, a monument
• 54:59
  Speaker 1: till last, a tomb to hold yellow pollen of all
• 55:03
  Speaker 1: past against the cold, until in the end comes twilight.
• 55:11
  Speaker 1: Glimmer voices, faces, motions, dimmer breath, as low as the
• 55:19
  Speaker 1: all covering snow, Even the evening and the morning laid
• 55:25
  Speaker 1: cheek to cheek will fade. Radiance and sound made one
• 55:32
  Speaker 1: and quieted and blended into none. End of poem. This
• 55:41
  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. The Vast Hour by
• 55:50
  Speaker 1: Genevieve Taggart read for LibriVox dot Org by Newgate novelist.
• 55:59
  Speaker 1: All essences of sweetness from the white, warm day go
• 56:03
  Speaker 1: up in vapor. When the dark comes down, ascends the
• 56:10
  Speaker 1: tune of meadow lark, ascends the noontime smell of grass.
• 56:16
  Speaker 1: When night takes sunlight from the world and gives it ease.
• 56:23
  Speaker 1: Mysterious wings have brushed the air, and light float all
• 56:28
  Speaker 1: the ghosts of sense and sound and sight. The silent
• 56:33
  Speaker 1: hive is echoing the bees so stir my thoughts at
• 56:40
  Speaker 1: this slow, solemn time. Now only is there certainty for me?
• 56:48
  Speaker 1: When all the days distilled and understood. Now light meets darkness.
• 56:56
  Speaker 1: Now my tendrils climb in this rast hour up the
• 57:01
  Speaker 1: living tree, where gloom foregathers and the stern winds brewed.
• 57:10
  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 57:20
  Speaker 1: To a magnificent spinner murdered by Genevieve Taggard read for
• 57:25
  Speaker 1: librivos dot org. When you gate novelist, nats and gnant
• 57:32
  Speaker 1: have gnawed your nimble bones, you who could spring and
• 57:36
  Speaker 1: sprawl on your own thread down half the meadow under
• 57:41
  Speaker 1: tiny stones. The ant has stored jur essence. You are dead.
• 57:48
  Speaker 1: You stitched the air with level darts. The sun slid
• 57:52
  Speaker 1: on your silvers. Now they slant a bleak like strokes
• 57:57
  Speaker 1: of rain. Neighbors have begun to chew the cud of
• 58:02
  Speaker 1: festoons from the cheek of this. Your hairy enemy dangles
• 58:08
  Speaker 1: one loop of his glee to tease your skeleton. Wasps
• 58:14
  Speaker 1: sting the grape still carry spider spoil in twisted torment,
• 58:20
  Speaker 1: pasture web and on where their crude honey hangs in
• 58:24
  Speaker 1: muddy cones. The answer hurried one huge bee in tones.
• 58:32
  Speaker 1: The pond is wrinkled with a velvet oil, where gnats
• 58:35
  Speaker 1: will hatch with dusk another spawn. End of poem. This
• 58:44
  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Dead Man by Genevieve
• 58:54
  Speaker 1: Taggard read for the Brevox dot Org. When Yougate novelist
• 59:01
  Speaker 1: Sap stirs near me, Roots stretch and seas sundering, stones
• 59:08
  Speaker 1: and rivers waken start in monotones their later tunes. Oaks
• 59:16
  Speaker 1: bend their knotted knees in labor, and the full earth
• 59:20
  Speaker 1: groans like women, big with their increase, while underground my
• 59:25
  Speaker 1: body lies with open eyes in this stiff pose of peace.
• 59:35
  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 59:44
  Speaker 1: Hunchbacked Volcano nineteen fourteen by Genevieve Taggart read for LibriVox,
• 59:51
  Speaker 1: dottleg by Newgate. Novelist Red is the mouth of Pele,
• 59:57
  Speaker 1: passionate against the fires of the kin ling stars. Fire
• 1:00:02
  Speaker 1: to fire, moves the heaven's weight. As low to earth
• 1:00:07
  Speaker 1: comes crimson, dripping mars. They kiss in thunder, shudder, suffocate below,
• 1:00:16
  Speaker 1: men pause and listen at their wars. End of poem.
• 1:00:22
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Twentieth century slave
• 1:00:33
  Speaker 1: Gang by Genevieve Taggart, read for Librevox dot Org by
• 1:00:37
  Speaker 1: Newgate novelist, We who have seen the city's sentinel, some
• 1:00:44
  Speaker 1: iron colored tower monument to slow encroaching force. Our fus
• 1:00:50
  Speaker 1: are bent against her girders, with her noise, her knell.
• 1:00:55
  Speaker 1: From this our iron tongue we told to tell torture
• 1:01:00
  Speaker 1: and toil. Her children are content. They sleep behind her spears,
• 1:01:06
  Speaker 1: belligerent until they start in terror. Toll the bell. Prepare,
• 1:01:14
  Speaker 1: Prepare to see your towers fall, foundations groan no longer
• 1:01:20
  Speaker 1: to withstand the burdens of your abundant banquet hall, so
• 1:01:25
  Speaker 1: perished Babylon. Behold the hand that turns your river underneath
• 1:01:31
  Speaker 1: the wall and makes your wealth an avalanche of sand.
• 1:01:37
  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:01:47
  Speaker 1: Revolution by Genevieve Taggart read for LibriVox dottleg When you
• 1:01:52
  Speaker 1: get novelist, what husks of last year's winter close you
• 1:01:58
  Speaker 1: in tomorrow's word world? What dead? What wrinkled skin of
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  Speaker 1: ancient parchments, laws, beliefs? What dried, worn tattered layers? Keep
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  Speaker 1: the life inside? Where slender has a sword and tender
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  Speaker 1: green it trembles, pushes patient and unseen vibrating atom, frondid
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  Speaker 1: silken thread. Some day to shake to sunder back the dead.
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  Speaker 1: Two wolves of hemispheres, to pierce the crust of ages, rubbish, crowns,
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  Speaker 1: and colts and dust. See iron arms that clutter all
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  Speaker 1: the wide plateau of liberty. See fortified, dull, spiky towns.
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  Speaker 1: You cannot hold your own against one seed, a feckend.
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  Speaker 1: Earth has grown alarmed. You stand alert to meet your foe,
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  Speaker 1: ready to battle. Blow for thundering blow. Do you see
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  Speaker 1: this sprout of common wheat the blade between your firm
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  Speaker 1: implanted feet End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain and end of Four Eager Lovers by Genevieve Taggart.
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  Speaker 1: Thank you for listening.