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Pale Woman-Sara Bard Field · Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen

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  Speaker 1: Section one of The Pale Woman. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For my
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  Speaker 1: Pale Woman by Sarah Bardfield read by Newgate novelist Woman.
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  Speaker 1: Why so pale and thin, a swan and a raven
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  Speaker 1: strive within from battling of beak? Am I worn and
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  Speaker 1: worn from grappling of white with black wing? Torn woman?
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  Speaker 1: I hear no clash of wing in awful silence has
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  Speaker 1: done this thing. They lie on my breast when weary
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  Speaker 1: of fight, sworn on the left, raven on the right.
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  Speaker 1: The left breast burns like a fiery cross, the right
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  Speaker 1: breast blights like frozen moss. If the white the black
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  Speaker 1: heart sleigh, I shall be a nest for day. But
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  Speaker 1: if the swan should vanquished, be the raven with night
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  Speaker 1: will feather me daily. I rise and lay me down.
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  Speaker 1: I comb my hair, and smooth my gown and basket
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  Speaker 1: on arm. Go into town. The neighbors see nothing strange
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  Speaker 1: or new, a woman marketing as they do, butter and
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  Speaker 1: eggs and a fish or two. For who would dream
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  Speaker 1: my narrow clay could hold the whole of night and day,
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  Speaker 1: or that the birds of boundless space would strive in
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  Speaker 1: such a little place. End of PAM. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. To the Soul by Sarah Bardfield
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  Speaker 1: read for the Brevox dot all. When you gate, novelist,
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  Speaker 1: doomed to walk a narrow track, a cliff, a chasm
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  Speaker 1: either hand. What is hidden in your pack determines where
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  Speaker 1: you'll land. If it be gossamer day, your road lightly
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  Speaker 1: will lift to the mountain head. But be it sodden night,
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  Speaker 1: the load will drag you down to the canyon bed.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Comet Motion by Sarah Bardfield read filibrivox dot org. When yougate, novelist,
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  Speaker 1: wonderful are women coiled in no fantastic rings of reason
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  Speaker 1: round themselves? Nor foiled by argument high treason to nature,
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  Speaker 1: who so violent sits until we surrender to her and
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  Speaker 1: are still watch woman's flight? No zigzag hesitation of dandelion
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  Speaker 1: down guessing a goal, a comet curving to its destination,
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  Speaker 1: undistracted by the circling hole, speeding the secret covenanted fire
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  Speaker 1: into the place of destiny's desire. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Man Fears Wise Women
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  Speaker 1: by Sarah Bardfield read Philibrivoks dot org. By Newgate novelist.
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  Speaker 1: Man built the sphinx, the witch he burned. Now shall
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  Speaker 1: the riddle have no name? In stone? He asked to fire,
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  Speaker 1: He turned and flung. The ants are in the flame
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  Speaker 1: end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Resolve by Sarah Bardfield read Philiprivox dot org. When you
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  Speaker 1: Gate novelist, what is it that I ask of you? Nothing? Nothing,
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  Speaker 1: nothing at all. There is nothing at all for you
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  Speaker 1: to do, No dull new duty, no querulous call. Go
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  Speaker 1: on straight on as you've gone before. I watch you
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  Speaker 1: pass the open door, Watch you with eyes that shadow
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  Speaker 1: your fault and brighten the beauty in your heart. Fear not,
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  Speaker 1: for I have a marble vault to entomb. What passionate
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  Speaker 1: thoughts may start from smoldering embers. Ah, If they come
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  Speaker 1: with words that would burn you, they shall be dumb,
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  Speaker 1: for the marble vault is cold as snow. Fear not,
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  Speaker 1: Dear Love, you shall not know the frosty surface of
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  Speaker 1: your blood shall not be melted by warmth of mine
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  Speaker 1: And the meadow where November's flood of sunlight falls with
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  Speaker 1: chilly shine on any dream of yours come true, shall
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  Speaker 1: not know my intrusive love of you. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Could you not
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  Speaker 1: watch with Me one little Hour? By Sarah Bardfield read
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  Speaker 1: Philibrivox dot org. When you gate novelist. I am that
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  Speaker 1: woman who would wait for dawn, Nor slept while the
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  Speaker 1: slow moon rode into sight, who, fighting weariness, gazed full
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  Speaker 1: upon the starry circle drawn about the night. I saw
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  Speaker 1: the milky way fade like a cloud, and drowsy lidded,
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  Speaker 1: watched the distance grow between me and the pliades, Nor
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  Speaker 1: bowed to heavy hands of sleep upon my brow. Then,
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  Speaker 1: when night grew more stilly, palpitate, listening for the faint
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  Speaker 1: birth cry of morn and the cock crew, I at
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  Speaker 1: the very gate fell into cloddish slumber, all out worn.
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  Speaker 1: Even as I slept soft as a look or sigh,
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  Speaker 1: the dawn, with love beside her, passed me by end
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Bird
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  Speaker 1: of Prey by Sarah Bardfield read Philbrivox dot org. When
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  Speaker 1: yougate novelist, Her heart is such a little thing and
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  Speaker 1: quivers at your touch. Oh pause, hold it beneath your
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  Speaker 1: vulture wing before you tear it with your claws. Her
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  Speaker 1: heart is hardly worthy prey, too weary, wounded, and too weak.
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  Speaker 1: Be generous with a long delay before you stab it
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  Speaker 1: with your beak. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Marry Magdalen to her unborn Child by
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  Speaker 1: Sarah Bardfield read Philibrivox dot Org by Newgate novelist. Night
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  Speaker 1: is muffled, thick in windy gloom. Somewhere deep in her body,
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  Speaker 1: stars like seeds of light, are hidden as you. A
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  Speaker 1: seed of love lie in my womb, not more than
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  Speaker 1: started on the crooked way toward being what I am,
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  Speaker 1: and what am I? A thing called mortal, sorrow's other name,
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  Speaker 1: A little unknown prisoner in me. Since the first hour
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  Speaker 1: I knew your presence there, a phantom has pursued me
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  Speaker 1: night and day. At last, in hope of peace, I
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  Speaker 1: let her speak. Decision is my name, she said, I
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  Speaker 1: lead with this hand, life, with this hand death. The
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  Speaker 1: choice of either for your child is yours. See. You
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  Speaker 1: may play the part of fate for him, and choose
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  Speaker 1: as you would have your mother choose if once again
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  Speaker 1: you lay within her womb, knowing not life, nor death
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  Speaker 1: nor anything, but listen first to these. Then Life tossed
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  Speaker 1: back her ruddy curls and smiled the warm smile that
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  Speaker 1: makes lovers. She spoke but scanty words, trusting the liar
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  Speaker 1: of her persuasive eyes and beckoning hands. The ages had obeyed.
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  Speaker 1: Her voice was mellow as an August noon, sweeter than
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  Speaker 1: distant music on a river, something more gripping in her glance,
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  Speaker 1: the new buds seized by spring, Oh mother, take me
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  Speaker 1: for your child. My arms with bud and blossom piled,
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  Speaker 1: my mouth deuice stained with joy. I dance, I sing,
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  Speaker 1: I spin a dazzling toy, and all men are beguiled.
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  Speaker 1: Love I alone bestow, and none would miss his crimson
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  Speaker 1: kiss who cries the after woe? O welcome cloud that
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  Speaker 1: flies over my azure skies, too hurting bright for mortal eyes.
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  Speaker 1: Life ceased. Decision drew her slowly back against the dusk
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  Speaker 1: that fell at her departing Death leaned toward me. I
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  Speaker 1: could not see her face, so heavy were the cloudy
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  Speaker 1: veils that, unresponsive to the fitful breeze, drooped motionless about her.
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  Speaker 1: But I could feel her dark eyes in her voice,
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  Speaker 1: like night in solemn music. Mother, a temptress, lately spoke
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  Speaker 1: beguiling child of lies, clad in a lovely, treacherous cloak,
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  Speaker 1: under the cheat of her disguise, woven of beauty, love
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  Speaker 1: and happiness. She wears another and a different dress. But
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  Speaker 1: I am what I am. My somber eyes hold no seduction, promise,
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  Speaker 1: no surprise. I am eternal, nothingness, dreamless, sleep my dress.
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  Speaker 1: I do not know the passion of love's touch, but
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  Speaker 1: beurn a scar where it has burnt too much. If
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  Speaker 1: you should give your child to life, what end to
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  Speaker 1: her enchanting trickery? A moment's blend of sweet and bitter
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  Speaker 1: in the mouth, from icy north, a blast from the
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  Speaker 1: warm South, a breath then to my shore he comes
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  Speaker 1: to wander never more. Oh, lay him, now unworn upon
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  Speaker 1: my breast, Give him to me. I am eternal. Rest.
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  Speaker 1: Go little child straight to the tied mother. Draw from
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  Speaker 1: her bosom the still water, while in my breast the
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  Speaker 1: bitter life milk dries. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. The passing by Sarah Bardfield read
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  Speaker 1: for Thebrivos dot Org by Youugate novelist red drop by drop,
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  Speaker 1: with breath devouring pain. I give to death what until
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  Speaker 1: now in me was a love alive. Oh, those cruel,
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  Speaker 1: unknown powers that take away from my body what was
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  Speaker 1: wrought in threads of gold out of the stars. It
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  Speaker 1: is a soul that flows from me through the dark
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  Speaker 1: channel of my pain, into the Depthlessoceian waste of death.
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  Speaker 1: He was to me as one already living, when a
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  Speaker 1: love sought love and struck a life aflame, I knew
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  Speaker 1: his presence, full of joy. I sang loud to the
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  Speaker 1: skies a new magnificat, and day by day held sweet
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  Speaker 1: communion more in fruit trees stretching brownie arms. My body
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  Speaker 1: yearned over this seed, this bud, to nourish it into
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  Speaker 1: the perfect fruit. But now the whar formed petals drop
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  Speaker 1: upon the night, and I the stem stand empty of
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  Speaker 1: all bloom. My soul, which was a garden, is a tomb.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Woman in Black by Sarah Bardfield read Philibrivox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Newgate novelist. Shoulders, once so poised and proud, are
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  Speaker 1: bent and meekly bowed. Her haughty mouth twisted awry with pain.
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  Speaker 1: Even her gowns suggest a shroud, her walk a prisoner's
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  Speaker 1: with ball and chain, and when she talks or reads
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  Speaker 1: she seems to look beyond you on her book. End
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Load
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  Speaker 1: by Sarah Bardfield read Philibrivox dot org by Newgate novelist.
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  Speaker 1: She is big with child again, though never her body
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  Speaker 1: so narrow slim. The dead are not carried in sight
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  Speaker 1: of men, heavy her heart with him. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Challenged to a
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  Speaker 1: modernist by Sarah Bardfield read Philibrivox dot org by Newgate novelist.
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  Speaker 1: Tears for all lovers whose ironic trust is pledged to
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  Speaker 1: common goblets blent with brine, For they will fling the
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  Speaker 1: liquor in the dust with final mockery at praise of
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  Speaker 1: wine crying. There is no drink table at the first,
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  Speaker 1: no loveliness in red or amber glass. But like the
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  Speaker 1: bubble at the brim will burst and frail is fruity.
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  Speaker 1: Fragrance swiftly pass. But there are still crusaders for the
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  Speaker 1: cup of snow and blood, cloud foam, and the grape
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  Speaker 1: fire which drained mysteriously gushes up, creating only for itself desire,
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  Speaker 1: And still a few return with the high token. The
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  Speaker 1: wine still flows. The chalice is unbroken. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Apple by
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  Speaker 1: Sarah Bardfield read philiprivostatle when you Gate novelist, try many
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  Speaker 1: apples on the tree. The more you eat, the more
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  Speaker 1: you need. Only one with secret seed grows there for you,
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  Speaker 1: for me. This one will feed you knowledge of ecstasy
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  Speaker 1: and pain. But you will never crave to eat another
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  Speaker 1: fruit again. Then God in vain flings gates Ajar and
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  Speaker 1: thunders his exiled decree. For when you eat that fruit,
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  Speaker 1: you are in Eden for eternity. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Search by Sarah Bardfield
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  Speaker 1: read Philebrivox dot Org by Newgate novelist. Again my prow
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  Speaker 1: is turned from you again. The heavy waters press the
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  Speaker 1: great ship down the field of blue with fierce maternal tenderness,
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  Speaker 1: as though they knew my sore distress. When time and
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  Speaker 1: space divide us too, my love, How many futile years
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  Speaker 1: must we play hide and seek with fate? How deep
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  Speaker 1: must rise the tide of tears? How long must hope,
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  Speaker 1: wearily wait outside the empty, echoing gait, while death drifts
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  Speaker 1: down a path of fears. The wild flowers that we
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  Speaker 1: picked at noon droop on my breast. Each petal falls
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  Speaker 1: with fading fragrance. Tears too soon choke back our morning
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  Speaker 1: mating calls. Is there no way to storm the walls
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  Speaker 1: before the waning of the moon. Is there for lovers,
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  Speaker 1: no enchanted spot where they may mix the moonlight with
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  Speaker 1: the sun and drink it till But beauty is forgot,
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  Speaker 1: where all the sands of faithless hours have run, and
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  Speaker 1: a love in life and dream and death as one
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  Speaker 1: flow in a stream of white immortal thought. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Had we not
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  Speaker 1: clutch to Love Flying By? By Sarah Bardfield read philipri
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  Speaker 1: voxtot Ale, Ben Yougate novelist. Had we not clutched Love
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  Speaker 1: flying By? Where had you been? Where? Had I? I?
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  Speaker 1: Had been? Dead? Destroyed by duty? You tantalized by proffered beauty,
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  Speaker 1: snatched away with a fumble song, striking discord all day long. Love,
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  Speaker 1: like century flowers, may come once in a lifetime and
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  Speaker 1: be gone. Mistake not Hawker Buzzard for regal flying of
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  Speaker 1: the white winged eagle. Years had watched before her shadow
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  Speaker 1: widened on the withered meadow, a thinly flickering shade, at first,
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  Speaker 1: deepening as she downward coursed toward us, who sat like
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  Speaker 1: stones beneath her, till we felt the troubled either felt
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  Speaker 1: from tip to tip. The immense wings spread of her imminence,
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  Speaker 1: then harrow. Certain from despair, we leaped, caught, clung. We
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  Speaker 1: rose in air, speed and fire and tempest were feather
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  Speaker 1: and flesh we held to her, She too, tortured in
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  Speaker 1: her test before she slanted to her nest. Soft and
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  Speaker 1: scarlet was her breast. Abject is she to stern of stuff?
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  Speaker 1: She cannot cherish us now enough under white tented wings,
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  Speaker 1: and we shall die beneath her chastity. Had we not
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  Speaker 1: clutched love flying by, where had you been? Where had
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  Speaker 1: I ah? But we caught her speeding wing, And I
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  Speaker 1: am alive to hear you sing? End of Pomam. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Song by Sarah Bardfield
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  Speaker 1: Read Philbrivox dot talk. When you gate novelist, what you
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  Speaker 1: have seen to love in me? I do not know
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  Speaker 1: what I have seen to love in thee. No word
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  Speaker 1: can show, but word and knowledge. Dear we lay aside.
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  Speaker 1: We need them, not for compass or for guide. By
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  Speaker 1: love we go. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Relativity by Sarah Bardfield read philibrivox dot
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  Speaker 1: talk when you Gate Novelist. They say the circle of
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  Speaker 1: the world is far all I see wide or high
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  Speaker 1: a little corner where two people are, my love and I.
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  Speaker 1: They say that time creeps wearisomely slow. I have seen
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  Speaker 1: it fly. We have spent ages in an hour. I
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  Speaker 1: know my love and I. They say, The people in
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  Speaker 1: a solid mass endlessly move by. I have seen only
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  Speaker 1: two figures pass, my love and I. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Regiven by Sarah
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  Speaker 1: Bardfield at Philbrivos dot LG by Newgate novelist. A sequence
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  Speaker 1: of three sonnets. One one day, I laid my hand
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  Speaker 1: in yours as sign of the deep urge that made
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  Speaker 1: it often try to measure you in broken poetry line
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  Speaker 1: and said, with love's extravagance, if I brought all the
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  Speaker 1: stars on a chained lightning shot inadequate to the gift,
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  Speaker 1: would seem to be knowing your stature. Yet it is
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  Speaker 1: my lot to give you nothing but the heart of me,
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  Speaker 1: as if I were a princess stowed with lands. You
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  Speaker 1: took me carefully, and when the blast near blew my
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  Speaker 1: dim light out, you spread brave hands between me and
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  Speaker 1: the storm until it passed. Strong words that nursed the
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  Speaker 1: flickering flame. You said, you gave me life that dies
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  Speaker 1: when you are dead. Two, What can I bring you now?
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  Speaker 1: Since on that day I brought you all, I had
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  Speaker 1: only renew that very gift. Even in nature's way, the
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  Speaker 1: morning sunlight and the evening dew, she gives and gives again.
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  Speaker 1: Thankful Earth spurns not the offering, but with new surprise,
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  Speaker 1: receives the day and night repeated birth, clad in the
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  Speaker 1: same yet always changing guise. Sun fingers which this morning
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  Speaker 1: turned the heaven to a wild riot of dawn coloring
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  Speaker 1: on the same cloudy canvas. To them given will paint
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  Speaker 1: new glory there from spring to spring. And I am
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  Speaker 1: trusting your keen eyes to see some daily change of
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  Speaker 1: heart and mind in me. Three, Yes, something more I
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  Speaker 1: have than yesterday when first we met and dreamed the
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  Speaker 1: perfect life. Then death and sorrow had but passed my way.
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  Speaker 1: Now as familiar friends. They share the strife, the wiser
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  Speaker 1: lessons they each hour, in part the sympathy left in
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  Speaker 1: the a wake of tears. The stronger, daring, and the
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  Speaker 1: gentler heart. These have been added two more tolerant years.
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  Speaker 1: Accept me, then, anew as once you did draw me
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  Speaker 1: to your dear lips in gracious sign, you find another
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  Speaker 1: jewel lately hid, and catch the fragrance of an older wine.
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  Speaker 1: As ocean daily adds unto the shore. Life makes me
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  Speaker 1: for you larger than before. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Sorcery by Sarah Bardfield read
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  Speaker 1: philibrivox dot org. When you gate novelists, how long the
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  Speaker 1: trip alone across the bay, or with a dome acquaintance
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  Speaker 1: yesterday too quick? Together the same trip, when your companionship
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  Speaker 1: spun the great sundial faster for a while, I am
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  Speaker 1: afraid now we shall be over the ocean instantly. Oh
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  Speaker 1: stop the love urged sun. Our journey ends before it
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  Speaker 1: has begun. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Not Dante only by Sarah Bardfield. Read for
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  Speaker 1: the brivox dot org. When you get novelist, every man
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  Speaker 1: has his Beatrice, the ue confessed the perfect spirit, She
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  Speaker 1: who lies upon his breast, never can be. But Beatrice
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  Speaker 1: is high in paradise, gazing at God. The other is
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  Speaker 1: close by and warm of blood. Thus she of Earth
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  Speaker 1: and she of Heaven the bride become identified holy communion,
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  Speaker 1: this love's transubstantiation, giving the disembodied kiss an earthly habitation.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Lovers by Sarah Bardfield read Philibrivoxtotle, Bernugate, novelist of love.
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  Speaker 1: He gives two fishes and five loaves, and she who
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  Speaker 1: multiplies this food to feed a hungry multitude, can never
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  Speaker 1: rest enough to nourish her own breast. If we could
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  Speaker 1: work together, read, and play, walk the woods for wild
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  Speaker 1: flowers all one day, would not our kisses then have
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  Speaker 1: more to say? Bats from a haunted house are flying
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  Speaker 1: night doubts on wicked wings that start her crying, secret
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  Speaker 1: and swift their meeting. When quite safe, to ease his
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  Speaker 1: hungering demands, she goes ecstatically, a famished waif the glass
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  Speaker 1: board cake one moment in her hands, covering the soil
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  Speaker 1: of their pretense. By thinking how his great work needs defense,
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  Speaker 1: she leaves him to his labor, well content his shoulders
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  Speaker 1: bear man's government. Herself goes smitten by an unknown sword,
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  Speaker 1: for her heart is the kingdom of the Lord. End
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Spinster
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  Speaker 1: by Sarah Bardfield read Philbrivox dot G. When you gate
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  Speaker 1: novelist as one who does not show her mortal sickness,
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  Speaker 1: spits unseen blood on snow. She drops a crimson word
• 29:23
  Speaker 1: on frozen speech, instantly blurred by her drab usual phrase.
• 29:30
  Speaker 1: They say, how colorlessly cold her ways. Sometimes her apathetic
• 29:37
  Speaker 1: eyes are lightning struck by pain, never a thunderclap, no rain,
• 29:44
  Speaker 1: a wounded dough that cries with a look no more.
• 29:48
  Speaker 1: Her eyes are as before her habit so precise, easy
• 29:54
  Speaker 1: to grasp her style, they say, or make a nice
• 29:58
  Speaker 1: sketch of her. Meanwhile, firm surfaces apart, crumbles her acid
• 30:06
  Speaker 1: bitten heart. When dead, her face will hide pains, mordant
• 30:12
  Speaker 1: sketch below Mannerly she'll go nothing revealed beside her name,
• 30:19
  Speaker 1: her birthday, and the day she died. End of poem.
• 30:26
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. A Quiet Soul
• 30:36
  Speaker 1: by Sarah Bardfield read philibrivox dot org. When Youugate novelist
• 30:44
  Speaker 1: Anne Bremmer serene, you were beloved, and the flame that
• 30:50
  Speaker 1: fled you was as when the sun has set, and
• 30:54
  Speaker 1: all the colors of the evening sky, in tender quietness,
• 30:58
  Speaker 1: have met a silver bloom on gold and violet. All
• 31:05
  Speaker 1: things that resting move were yours. The twilight star above,
• 31:12
  Speaker 1: a dreaming hill, barefooted springs hushed dancing round your doors.
• 31:18
  Speaker 1: Color and poetry obeyed your will. These only come to
• 31:23
  Speaker 1: reverent souls, And still moon loved, your being felt the
• 31:31
  Speaker 1: ocean's sway. What lofty converse held you with the sea
• 31:36
  Speaker 1: there on the lonely coast of Monterey. What knew you
• 31:40
  Speaker 1: there of mystic unity, with the sad wisdom of the
• 31:44
  Speaker 1: cypress tree. All that you gave to life, you give
• 31:49
  Speaker 1: to death more nobly tranquil that mysterious place where you
• 31:55
  Speaker 1: were summoned, And your calm, sweet breathingles with white, illimitable space,
• 32:03
  Speaker 1: even as our world is gentler for your face. End
• 32:10
  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Successful
• 32:20
  Speaker 1: Pessimist by Sarah Bardfield read Philibrivos dot org. Benygate novelist.
• 32:28
  Speaker 1: He makes a monument from clay, he urges men to
• 32:32
  Speaker 1: throw away. He knots a strangle net of words to
• 32:37
  Speaker 1: catch and silence singing birds. But he flies free, and
• 32:42
  Speaker 1: he grows strong on word that stilled their wing and
• 32:47
  Speaker 1: song succor. Indeed, he gives a host and pity, But
• 32:53
  Speaker 1: his own heart, most his deepest need, becomes a fear,
• 32:58
  Speaker 1: disguised by ribaldry and sneer. So he with woman rudely fights,
• 33:05
  Speaker 1: envying her higher flights. End of poem. This recording is
• 33:11
  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Lisa by Sarah Bardfield read Philiprivox
• 33:23
  Speaker 1: dot Org by Newgate novelist. She is a bough of
• 33:28
  Speaker 1: apple blossom, rounding firm fruit from rosy snow, with deep root,
• 33:34
  Speaker 1: steadfast in rich gloom. She sways to all the winds
• 33:39
  Speaker 1: that blow swaying. She hears the soft south wind, listens
• 33:44
  Speaker 1: to the North wind's arctic cry. East wind and west
• 33:49
  Speaker 1: confide in her. She knows how worse four corners lie.
• 33:55
  Speaker 1: She moves in a long curve of sun feet in
• 33:59
  Speaker 1: cool grass head in wide blue and sudden temper of
• 34:04
  Speaker 1: the spring, with stinging lash of rain drop too oh,
• 34:09
  Speaker 1: rippled a lilt of leaf in laugh and tender liquid
• 34:12
  Speaker 1: amber shade, the slender body like a staff held to
• 34:17
  Speaker 1: the crippled passer's aid under the flower cloud of her cloak.
• 34:22
  Speaker 1: What fluttering of restless wings, humming of bees, small tree
• 34:28
  Speaker 1: toed croak, What nests of naked new born things? Yet
• 34:33
  Speaker 1: lightly lifts her laden arm when darkness plucks the evening rose.
• 34:38
  Speaker 1: She counts the stars without alarm, swaying to every wind
• 34:43
  Speaker 1: that blows. End of poem. This recording is in the
• 34:49
  Speaker 1: public domain. Poet's Child by Sarah Bardfield and for the
• 35:00
  Speaker 1: Rivos dot up when you gate novelist. Marsha's not a girl,
• 35:06
  Speaker 1: you guess now a flower. You found her in a
• 35:11
  Speaker 1: pretty dress of petals all around her. Watch Marsha dance.
• 35:17
  Speaker 1: She says that box will sing. A wind of music
• 35:21
  Speaker 1: shakes the tiny thing sway east, sway west, dream eyed,
• 35:28
  Speaker 1: feeling no stir except the swinging rhythm moving her. Marsha's
• 35:35
  Speaker 1: caught a flower that flew right by the door. She
• 35:38
  Speaker 1: lays a crumpled amber wing upon the floor. Let Marsha
• 35:43
  Speaker 1: write a letter. Marsha wants to say, follow mysterious passwords
• 35:49
  Speaker 1: of a secret way. See the night, Look at Marsha,
• 35:54
  Speaker 1: see its eyes see the round white face over Marsha.
• 35:59
  Speaker 1: Marsha cries, Marsha wants we deer. Frightened fingers creep to
• 36:06
  Speaker 1: clasp a torn old cloth against her cheek. She sleeps Ah, David,
• 36:15
  Speaker 1: look you to your crag. But Marsha has found God
• 36:19
  Speaker 1: within a rag. End of poem. This recording is in
• 36:25
  Speaker 1: the public domain. Quaker Pagan by Sarah Bardfield read philibrivox
• 36:37
  Speaker 1: dot Org Banugate novelist quintessence of quietness, gesture of trees
• 36:46
  Speaker 1: or grasses bending in the breeze, His rafters, yellow hammers,
• 36:52
  Speaker 1: shoes near him, to rear the helpless brood, first urged
• 36:58
  Speaker 1: willows use his garden when he walks the wood. No
• 37:03
  Speaker 1: trill abruptly falls to hush. No sudden whir of winged dread,
• 37:09
  Speaker 1: nor run the timid crests to brush, warned by the
• 37:13
  Speaker 1: cock quail overhead. No frightened furry feet are seen scurrying
• 37:19
  Speaker 1: to secret green. His pagan spices purify a puritan polluted land,
• 37:27
  Speaker 1: a step, a snapped twig near at hand. Never a
• 37:31
  Speaker 1: girl need snatch her dress fearing dripping loveliness, be withered
• 37:37
  Speaker 1: by the evil eye. Only forbidding is forbidden. Only ugliness
• 37:43
  Speaker 1: is hidden. End of poem. This recording is in the
• 37:49
  Speaker 1: public domain. K why Sarah Bardfield read for the brivox
• 38:00
  Speaker 1: dot org banugate novelist. A shy deep stream of somber water,
• 38:08
  Speaker 1: little daughter, little daughter, not the surface, skimming brook, running
• 38:14
  Speaker 1: where all others look, or frankly spilling out your soul
• 38:19
  Speaker 1: into the overflowing bowl. No, for you are darker, gliding
• 38:25
  Speaker 1: through cavern gloom, under fossil foliage, hiding where buried gardens bloom,
• 38:32
  Speaker 1: and ancient roots in wide coiled rings. Multiply your wanderings
• 38:38
  Speaker 1: by what veiled lips were you taught? The muffled music
• 38:42
  Speaker 1: of your thought? Murmurous, musing, hawf aloud, A star that
• 38:47
  Speaker 1: wanders beneath cloud with a softly humming sound of running
• 38:52
  Speaker 1: shadow underground. Often, though closer lay my ear against the earth,
• 39:00
  Speaker 1: I cannot hear where the waters disappear. All this silence,
• 39:06
  Speaker 1: none are meant to know the ultimate descent, reaching with
• 39:11
  Speaker 1: inaudible tone, secret strata all their own see. A silver
• 39:18
  Speaker 1: bladed spray flashing upwards, cuts the day and falls back
• 39:23
  Speaker 1: to a quiet pool, medicinal and sweet and cool dust,
• 39:29
  Speaker 1: dry saltide, I found it there, with night shade fringed
• 39:34
  Speaker 1: and maiden hair, I drank the healing of the water,
• 39:40
  Speaker 1: Little daughter, Little daughter. End of poem. This recording is
• 39:47
  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Crescendo by Sarah Bardfield read felibrivostato.
• 40:00
  Speaker 1: When you gate novelist to a young son one for me.
• 40:09
  Speaker 1: The feet of time stood still beside the place you
• 40:13
  Speaker 1: lay with death. My future fell asleep and will only
• 40:17
  Speaker 1: awake if wakes your breath. Should not the shadow creep
• 40:22
  Speaker 1: away after the crimson blossom goes a blot prostrate on
• 40:27
  Speaker 1: the day under the stem that held the rose. Two.
• 40:34
  Speaker 1: You have been dead so long, my son. Month after
• 40:39
  Speaker 1: month piles on my loss, weaker I grow with each
• 40:44
  Speaker 1: day done, heavier the cross. Where is time's boasted tenderness
• 40:50
  Speaker 1: to slowly heal this ache and wrong for years? But
• 40:54
  Speaker 1: deepen my distress, My son, you have been dead so long.
• 41:02
  Speaker 1: Three make me as you are, darling, even while I
• 41:07
  Speaker 1: live dumb. My secret unrevealed from larger wisdom, generous to
• 41:13
  Speaker 1: give by keeping counsel under kind, lips sealed for all
• 41:18
  Speaker 1: that talk is vain, how silence best careless of wood
• 41:24
  Speaker 1: to make it plain your vision eloquently is expressed. Truth
• 41:29
  Speaker 1: is triumphant, as you are motionless without earth fret, not
• 41:35
  Speaker 1: even the quiver of a star, nor tremor of regret,
• 41:39
  Speaker 1: and unconfused the loveliness, fearing no hurt and craving no caress. Four.
• 41:49
  Speaker 1: Once you came back to me from the lost land,
• 41:53
  Speaker 1: and cheek to cheek you teased my foolish fear, told
• 41:57
  Speaker 1: your adventures, holding her my hand, and we were glad
• 42:02
  Speaker 1: as when you first were here. Since then, the midnight gloom,
• 42:09
  Speaker 1: I never dread the shadow builded tomb where you rise
• 42:14
  Speaker 1: from the dead, where I may watch till dawn alone,
• 42:18
  Speaker 1: a dream to roll away the stone. Five. I am
• 42:26
  Speaker 1: glad no heavy folds of clay cling to your body
• 42:29
  Speaker 1: for a shroud, or I might sit there all the
• 42:32
  Speaker 1: dragging day with my head bowed, thinking your grave fastened
• 42:37
  Speaker 1: you to the clod while I sat looking down at
• 42:41
  Speaker 1: narrow sword. I am glad your ashes blown on high,
• 42:45
  Speaker 1: were wrapped in wind for a shroud. Now I must
• 42:49
  Speaker 1: watch for you in the sky a star, a lightning flash,
• 42:54
  Speaker 1: a cloud. Only the path of planet or sun is
• 42:59
  Speaker 1: wide enough for your feet to run. Six. I had
• 43:06
  Speaker 1: a fair young son, but he is dead lips wet
• 43:12
  Speaker 1: with wormwood, will not kiss the rood. I found instead
• 43:17
  Speaker 1: a granite bed the tomb of solitude, and sealed the
• 43:21
  Speaker 1: wall so no one could intrude. There I a stone
• 43:26
  Speaker 1: that lived to name the dead hood, weeping like a
• 43:30
  Speaker 1: wind troubling space. Who broke the seal? I cried? The
• 43:36
  Speaker 1: spokesman said, the mothers were already in this place. And
• 43:42
  Speaker 1: then I saw each shadder was a face. I had
• 43:47
  Speaker 1: a fair young son, but he is dead, Oh, lamentation,
• 43:51
  Speaker 1: old as motherhood. How many mothers to the tomb have fled,
• 43:56
  Speaker 1: even as I alone with death to brood, each finding
• 44:01
  Speaker 1: she was with a multitude end of poem. This recording
• 44:08
  Speaker 1: is in the public Dalmain. The Great Gift by Sarah
• 44:17
  Speaker 1: Bardfield read for the Brivoks Doottlegenyugaate novelist. My beloved, I
• 44:26
  Speaker 1: would give you the great gift that none has bestowed.
• 44:29
  Speaker 1: But the giving is bitter and the receiving hard. For
• 44:33
  Speaker 1: you must journey into darkness, where shadow lies upon shadow,
• 44:38
  Speaker 1: where is no laughter nor any motion of light. Presently
• 44:43
  Speaker 1: I will bring you there, my young dead son, a
• 44:48
  Speaker 1: son who is dead. I will share with you one
• 44:51
  Speaker 1: who loved you and called you more than father. For
• 44:55
  Speaker 1: when you spoke, his shining eyes said, Master, Now till
• 45:00
  Speaker 1: you know death intimately, before he knows you, steadfastly look
• 45:05
  Speaker 1: into his eyes before he closes yours at his door,
• 45:10
  Speaker 1: shrouded in fog, burned, tiny hopeful tapers, chanting of death
• 45:16
  Speaker 1: and the spirit as before you sang of life and
• 45:19
  Speaker 1: the body, Where love is? The song follows, and the
• 45:25
  Speaker 1: boy you love is with death? Where is she who
• 45:29
  Speaker 1: before this time has brought you a sun wrapped in
• 45:33
  Speaker 1: the dark purple mantle. But the giving is bitter, and
• 45:38
  Speaker 1: the receiving hard. End of poem. This recording is in
• 45:45
  Speaker 1: the public domain. Riddle by Sarah Bardfield read forlebrivostotog when
• 45:57
  Speaker 1: you Gate novelist, she is laughing, they said, No, No,
• 46:04
  Speaker 1: she is weeping. She is seeing bright vision. Na, No,
• 46:10
  Speaker 1: she is sleeping. She is flirting with life. Feel the
• 46:14
  Speaker 1: pulse of her breath. No, no, see her eyes. She
• 46:19
  Speaker 1: is mating with death. End of poem. This recording is
• 46:25
  Speaker 1: in the public domain. The Icy One by Sarah Bardfield
• 46:36
  Speaker 1: read Filbrivostotogen Negate novelist. I longed to be a lover
• 46:43
  Speaker 1: and pay love all his price for life will soon
• 46:47
  Speaker 1: be over, and may not seek me twice. My softest
• 46:51
  Speaker 1: couch for love, I spread and crept into that bridal
• 46:55
  Speaker 1: bed to wait for him. But the thing that came
• 47:00
  Speaker 1: never bore love's lovely name. His eyes were hollow, his
• 47:05
  Speaker 1: breath was cold. He was not tender. He was bold
• 47:11
  Speaker 1: and terrible, his chill desire born of ice and not
• 47:15
  Speaker 1: of fire. He lay with me, he took his fill.
• 47:22
  Speaker 1: He forced me in his arms to stay. My heart
• 47:26
  Speaker 1: he broke, but not my will, and so he crept away.
• 47:32
  Speaker 1: But in the soul that he had chosen, the mystical
• 47:35
  Speaker 1: passion flower was frozen. And still I'd be a lover
• 47:41
  Speaker 1: and pay love all his price for life will soon
• 47:45
  Speaker 1: be over, and may not seek me twice. But I
• 47:50
  Speaker 1: cannot bring love to my bed, for an early frost
• 47:54
  Speaker 1: gleams on my head. I am a creature. Love must shun.
• 47:59
  Speaker 1: I have raped by the icy one. End of poem.
• 48:05
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Entities by Sarah
• 48:15
  Speaker 1: Bardfield read philiprivoxtat Dog by Negate novelist. All day long
• 48:22
  Speaker 1: upon the ocean beach, I prayed to the sea interpret
• 48:27
  Speaker 1: your sad speech. Why do you sob and sigh to
• 48:30
  Speaker 1: us who live and die, nor ever learn the longing
• 48:33
  Speaker 1: in your cry. But all that answered me was the
• 48:37
  Speaker 1: sorrowful surge of the sea, over and over and over again,
• 48:43
  Speaker 1: never making the meaning plain fainter and fainter. The wordless
• 48:49
  Speaker 1: moan followed me to my house of stone. No light
• 48:54
  Speaker 1: from any window shone. I could even faintly catch the
• 48:59
  Speaker 1: stranger's voice as I turned to the latch to enter
• 49:02
  Speaker 1: my empty home, that dark and solitary home. When opening
• 49:08
  Speaker 1: the door, I suddenly heard the ocean cry the secret
• 49:12
  Speaker 1: word in language.
• 49:14
  Speaker 2: Like my very own, alone, alone, alone, forever and ever
• 49:22
  Speaker 2: alone alone.
• 49:27
  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 49:36
  Speaker 1: The Windy Hour by Sarah Bardfield read Philiprivox dot Hog
• 49:41
  Speaker 1: when you Gate novelist. I walked a little while alone
• 49:47
  Speaker 1: upon a wind wrapped hill, and suddenly, as by command,
• 49:52
  Speaker 1: my soul grew listening, still listening, like the deaf and
• 49:57
  Speaker 1: dumb who here with haunted eyes, fearful of learning life
• 50:02
  Speaker 1: half true and learning life half lies. And this is
• 50:07
  Speaker 1: what was softly said upon a wind rapt hill. Tomorrow,
• 50:12
  Speaker 1: shall you, like your soul, lie motionless, and still lie
• 50:18
  Speaker 1: motionless and cold and numb, closed your ears and eyes,
• 50:22
  Speaker 1: for death shall make an end of truth for you,
• 50:26
  Speaker 1: and end of lies. For death shall make an end
• 50:30
  Speaker 1: of truth, save the one truth of sleep. No ear
• 50:34
  Speaker 1: need hear that silencing, No eye need watch it creep,
• 50:40
  Speaker 1: No lip need move to tell it forth That truth,
• 50:44
  Speaker 1: like you, so still unseen, unheard, will wrap your soul
• 50:50
  Speaker 1: as windy arms this hill, upon a wind rapped hill,
• 50:55
  Speaker 1: I walked a little while alone, and though no tongue
• 51:00
  Speaker 1: of nature spoke, I heard this message blown on as
• 51:05
  Speaker 1: soon tomorrow, where the salt sea spends its breath. Your
• 51:11
  Speaker 1: soul shall shake the lie of life upon the truth
• 51:15
  Speaker 1: of death. End of poem. This recording is in the
• 51:21
  Speaker 1: public domain. Never to Know by Sarah Bardfield read for
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  Speaker 1: Lebrivox dot Org by Newgate novelist Never to know that
• 51:38
  Speaker 1: we do not know this it will be if death
• 51:41
  Speaker 1: is the end, never to say it is over. And
• 51:46
  Speaker 1: so feel our escape and quietly spend a motionless moment
• 51:51
  Speaker 1: in perfect peace, knowing the ecstasy of release. End of poem.
• 51:59
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. We whom the
• 52:08
  Speaker 1: dead have not forgiven by Sarah Bardfield read Forilbrivox dot Org,
• 52:14
  Speaker 1: Banugate novelist I cry to the mountains, I cry to
• 52:21
  Speaker 1: the sea. I cry to the forest to cover me
• 52:25
  Speaker 1: from the terror of the invisible throng, with marching feet,
• 52:29
  Speaker 1: the whole day long, the whole night long, beating the
• 52:34
  Speaker 1: accent of their wrong. We whom the dead have not forgiven,
• 52:40
  Speaker 1: must here forever that ominous beat. For the free, light
• 52:45
  Speaker 1: rippled air of heaven is burdened now with dead men's feet,
• 52:50
  Speaker 1: feet that make solid the fluid space, feet that make
• 52:54
  Speaker 1: weary the tireless wind, feet that leave grime on the
• 52:58
  Speaker 1: moon's white fet black as the moon. For us who
• 53:02
  Speaker 1: have sinned, and the mountains will not cover us, nor
• 53:07
  Speaker 1: yet the forest nor the sea. No storm of human
• 53:11
  Speaker 1: restlessness can wake the tide or bend the tree, forever
• 53:16
  Speaker 1: and ever until we die, through the once sweet air
• 53:21
  Speaker 1: and the once blue sky, the thud of feet, the
• 53:25
  Speaker 1: invisible throng, beating the accent of their wrong. End of poem.
• 53:32
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Sisterly Diasterly by
• 53:43
  Speaker 1: Sarah Bardfield. Read Philibrivoxto tog When you gate novelists from
• 53:50
  Speaker 1: every breast Two rivers flood, heart, opening and closing, tide,
• 53:56
  Speaker 1: thin crystal tears, thick, crimson, blood deluging the planet side.
• 54:03
  Speaker 1: Salt is the blood and salt the tears crusted white
• 54:08
  Speaker 1: man's meager years. I went to Calvary for a sign
• 54:13
  Speaker 1: that some day from the heart would throb a stream
• 54:16
  Speaker 1: of dew, a stream of wine, nor emptying in ocean,
• 54:21
  Speaker 1: sob that sweet would be the dew, the wine, and
• 54:25
  Speaker 1: flowers bloom where all was brine. I waited till the
• 54:30
  Speaker 1: hour when star puttled, midnight opened wide. No sign from
• 54:36
  Speaker 1: Calvary till again burst blood and water from his side.
• 54:42
  Speaker 1: Salt was the water, salt, the blood. Mortality is dead
• 54:47
  Speaker 1: sea flood. End of poem. This recording is in the
• 54:52
  Speaker 1: public domain. Wind and Water by Sarah Bardfield read philibrivox
• 55:04
  Speaker 1: dot org. Ban Newgate novelist. Blow blow ye wild winds,
• 55:10
  Speaker 1: for and rise ye torn tides. Three, But do not
• 55:15
  Speaker 1: blow against my door, or rise where I can hear
• 55:19
  Speaker 1: or see. For I am weary of things that weep,
• 55:23
  Speaker 1: rising and falling, never to sleep. Tortured I am by
• 55:27
  Speaker 1: things that cry, rising and falling, never to die. End
• 55:34
  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Churchyards
• 55:45
  Speaker 1: by Sarah Bardfield read philibrivox dot org. Ban Newgate novelist.
• 55:52
  Speaker 1: A church within its graveyard, set apart, each stands among
• 55:57
  Speaker 1: the tombstones in his heart. End of power. This recording
• 56:04
  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Some by Sarah Bardfield read
• 56:14
  Speaker 1: philbrivostotleg by Newgate novelist. Mortal is man in his similitude,
• 56:23
  Speaker 1: whereby he measures every outward mien hiding in shame, the
• 56:28
  Speaker 1: variable mood, the shifting shape of his peculiar dream, the
• 56:33
  Speaker 1: personal gesture without duplicate, the writing of the unrepeated word,
• 56:39
  Speaker 1: the single etching from the point of fate. He barters
• 56:43
  Speaker 1: for a likeness to the herd, who does not kneel
• 56:48
  Speaker 1: above his own star spark until it flames under protecting hands.
• 56:53
  Speaker 1: How shall he light his pathway through the dark to
• 56:57
  Speaker 1: guide his fumbling feet from the Quicksand for all our
• 57:02
  Speaker 1: likenesses are doomed to sod. The sum of all our
• 57:06
  Speaker 1: difference is God. End of poem. This recording is in
• 57:13
  Speaker 1: the public domain. Invisible Motion by Sarah Bardfield read for
• 57:24
  Speaker 1: thebrivox Dot Org when Youngate novelist. Each revolution of the soul,
• 57:32
  Speaker 1: like planetary flight, passes through day for half its role,
• 57:36
  Speaker 1: and half through night, with only this sharp difference. The
• 57:42
  Speaker 1: soul oft sleeps though day be high, but rests in
• 57:46
  Speaker 1: night no confidence nor shuts an eye. End of poem.
• 57:53
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Pegasus by Sarah
• 58:04
  Speaker 1: Bardfield read Philibrivoxtotle byer Youugate novelist.
• 58:09
  Speaker 2: P. B. S.
• 58:12
  Speaker 1: We die too much of sinking sand drags down the frame,
• 58:18
  Speaker 1: but one made in the early hour of mounting mist
• 58:22
  Speaker 1: and springing flower and sunrise flame, when the sky had
• 58:27
  Speaker 1: magnetized to the land, and merely to move was to fly.
• 58:32
  Speaker 1: Caught in the quiet hurry toward heaven, he cannot die.
• 58:39
  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 58:49
  Speaker 1: To a Freed Martyr by Sarah Bardfield read Philibrivox Tuttle,
• 58:54
  Speaker 1: Bernugate novelist. We end of febe friendship now to you,
• 59:02
  Speaker 1: when greedy prison door gapes wide no more to sate
• 59:06
  Speaker 1: its darkness on the flaming hue of your so scarlet dream.
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  Speaker 1: But in your largeness take the tardy beam, and when
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  Speaker 1: you wind through moonless memory behind oh, let it cast
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  Speaker 1: a pale reflection over your lonely midnight recollection. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. But Beauty Endures
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  Speaker 1: by Sarah Bardfield read for the Brivoxto talk when you
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  Speaker 1: get novelist. The spring is here, the spring is flying,
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  Speaker 1: buds are bursting. No one grieves. Summer is born when
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  Speaker 1: spring is dying. Beautiful as buds are leaves. Summer is here.
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  Speaker 1: The summer is creeping, scarlet stain in her emerald bed.
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  Speaker 1: Autumn awakes when summer is sleeping, Beautiful as green is red.
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  Speaker 1: Autumn is here. Oh, the autumn is banished. Birds fly
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  Speaker 1: over leaves, let go. Winter appears when autumn has vanished,
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  Speaker 1: Beautiful as leaves the snow. The winter is here now,
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  Speaker 1: Winter is sliding down the mountain in foamy SuDS. Spring
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  Speaker 1: will burst in where winter is hiding. Beautiful has snow
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  Speaker 1: are birds? End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Mother and Child by Sarah Bardfield read Philibrivox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Newgate novelist. Joy comes and goes, Fireflies
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  Speaker 1: flickering in night, A light once whole, now broken and
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  Speaker 1: scattered over life, stars in space. Sorrow remains star encircling
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  Speaker 1: behind and beyond unbroken, unwavering space, herself a gray eyed
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  Speaker 1: mother who nurses laughing babies on her breast. Yet the
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  Speaker 1: babes shall one day consume their mother. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Revelation by Sarah
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  Speaker 1: Bardfield read Philibrivox dot org by Newgate novelist. In the
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  Speaker 1: many Light, I sought a dim star cort. Then I
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  Speaker 1: sought light in the few, the moon came new. Last
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  Speaker 1: I sought light in the one oh star's full moon
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  Speaker 1: and blinding sun. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. My City by Sarah Bardfield read Philibrivox
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  Speaker 1: dot org by Newgate novelist. Tenderness and pity and love
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  Speaker 1: alone shall build my city stone on stone. Those beneath
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  Speaker 1: a steeple of whirling air shall be my people praying there.
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  Speaker 1: Who will make love cover both star and sword. He
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  Speaker 1: shall be my lover and my God. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Toward Space by
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  Speaker 1: Sarah Bardfield read for Thebrivox dot org by Newgate novelist.
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  Speaker 1: Clutch the granite earth, weight your feet with stones, brace
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  Speaker 1: your back against her planetary bones. But clutch and wait
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  Speaker 1: and brace avail you not at all. Once you look
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  Speaker 1: toward space, you reel. You fall forever to lie on
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  Speaker 1: rigid face while juggled fireballs fly through frigid space, or
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  Speaker 1: else one day to rise on wings of light to
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  Speaker 1: the apex of the skies in spiral flight. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain and end of
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  Speaker 1: The Pale Woman by Sarah Bardfield. Thank you for listening.