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Poetry Reading Live
Добавлен 14 авг 2009
Robert Ricardo Reese has published poetry in Blackbird, Drunken Boat, Poems Against War, Santa Clara Review, Poecology, Monterey Journal, and in other journals. He is a Cave Canem Fellow and a graduate of the M.F.A. program at San Francisco State University, and he has taught poetry as a Writer-in-Residence at Ruth Asawa San Francisco School of the Arts.
Saul Williams Spits "Burundi"
Runnin' down a dark street, app that got a flashlight
Nike swoosh on bare feet, Whitney Houston's crack pipe
The greatest love of all, watch me rise to watch me fall
Contemplating, rent is late in houses that I can't afford
Show my papes at Heaven's gates, they ask me for my visa
Lived a life without no hate so tell me what you need to
Question your authority, genocide and poverty
Treaties don't negate the fact you're dealing stolen property
Hacker, I'm a hacker, I'm a hacker in your hard drive
Hundred thousand dollar Tesla ripping through your hard drive
Oh, Jesus, pull the cord, seat belt, what you standing for
Buckle up, let's knuckle up and tell Mohammed bring his sword
I'm a candle, I'm a candle...
Nike swoosh on bare feet, Whitney Houston's crack pipe
The greatest love of all, watch me rise to watch me fall
Contemplating, rent is late in houses that I can't afford
Show my papes at Heaven's gates, they ask me for my visa
Lived a life without no hate so tell me what you need to
Question your authority, genocide and poverty
Treaties don't negate the fact you're dealing stolen property
Hacker, I'm a hacker, I'm a hacker in your hard drive
Hundred thousand dollar Tesla ripping through your hard drive
Oh, Jesus, pull the cord, seat belt, what you standing for
Buckle up, let's knuckle up and tell Mohammed bring his sword
I'm a candle, I'm a candle...
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세월이 가면/ As Time Goes By
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세월이 가면 As Time Goes By 지금은 그 사람 이름은 잊었지만 Even though the name has been forgotten now 그 눈동자 입술은 Those eyes and lips are 내 가슴에 있네 Still in my heart 바람이 불고 When the wind blows 비가 올 때도 Or when the rain falls 나는 저 유리창 밖 I cannot forget the night 가로등 그늘의 밤을 잊지 못하지 In the shadow of a street lamp outside the window 사랑은 가도 옛날은 남는 것 Even as love passes memories remain 여름날의 호숫가 가을의 공원 The lake shore of a ...
Sonia Sanchez reads Personal Letter Number 3
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Personal Letter Number 3 nothing will keep us young you know not young men or women who spin their youth on cool playing sounds. we are what we are what we never think we are. no more wild geo graphies of the flesh. echoes. that we move in tune to slower smells. it is a hard thing to admit that sometimes after midnight i am tired of it all.
Sonia Sanchez reads Poem at Thirty
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Poem at Thirty it is midnight no magical bewitching hour for me i know only that i am here waiting remembering that once as a child i walked two miles in my sleep. did i know then where i was going? traveling. i'm always traveling. i want to tell you about me about nights on a brown couch when i wrapped my bones in lint and refused to move. no one touches me anymore. father do not send me out a...
We Wear the Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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We Wear the Mask We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,- This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask. We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries To thee from tortured souls a...
The Mother by Gwendolyn Brooks
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The Mother Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave them, controlling your lusc...
Thirteen Ways of Looking At A Blackbird by Wallace Stevens
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Thirteen Ways of Looking At A Blackbird I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. IV A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one. V I do not know which to prefer, The beau...
My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
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My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose O my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o...
The Creation by James Weldon Johnson
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James Weldon Johnson 1871-1928 , Jacksonville , FL Born on June 17, 1871 in Jacksonville, Florida, James Weldon Johnson was encouraged by his mother to study English literature and the European musical tradition. He attended Atlanta University, with the hope that the education he received there could be used to further the interests of African Americans. After graduating, he took a job as a hig...
when you have forgotten Sunday: the love story by Gwendolyn Brooks
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when you have forgotten Sunday: the love story -And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday, And most especially when you have forgotten Sunday- When you have forgotten Sunday halves in bed, Or me sitting on the front-room radiator in the limping afternoon Looking off down the long street To nowhere, Hugged by my plain old wrapper of no-expectation And nothin...
A Sunset of the city by Gwendolyn Brooks
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A Sunset of the city Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love. My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls, Are gone from the house. My husband and lovers are pleasant or somewhat polite And night is night. It is a real chill out, The genuine thing. I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer Because sun stays and birds continue to sing. It is summer-gone...
For My People by Margaret Walker
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For My People For my people everywhere singing their slave songs repeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their blues and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an unknown god, bending their knees humbly to an unseen power; For my people lending their strength to the years, to the gone years and the now years and the maybe years, washing ironing cooking scrubbing sewing mending hoeing...
Incident by Countee Cullen
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Incident Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with glee, I saw a Baltimorean Keep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small, And he was no whit bigger, And so I smiled, but he poked out His tongue, and called me, "Nigger." I saw the whole of Baltimore From May until December; Of all the things that happened there That's all that I remember.
Yet Do I Marvel by Countee Cullen
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Yet Do I Marvel I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind, And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried mole continues blind, Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die, Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus Is baited by the fickle fruit, declare If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus To struggle up a never-ending stair. Inscrutable His ways are, and immune To catechism by...
i am accused of tending to the past by Lucille Clifton
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i am accused of tending to the past i am accused of tending to the past as if i made it as if i sculpted it with my own hands. i did not. this past was waiting for me when i came, a monstrous unnamed baby, and i with my mother’s itch took it to breast and named it History. she is more human now, learning language everyday, remembering faces, names, and dates. when she is strong enough to travel...
Rita Dove reads When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be by John Keats
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Rita Dove reads When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be by John Keats
Anthony Hopkins reads The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B. Yeats
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Anthony Hopkins reads The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B. Yeats
James Earl Jones reads Sonnet 55 by William Shakespeare
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James Earl Jones reads Sonnet 55 by William Shakespeare
As I Walked Out One Evening by W.H. Auden
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As I Walked Out One Evening by W.H. Auden
Ralph Fiennes reads Nabokov’s ‘University Poem’
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Ralph Fiennes reads Nabokov’s ‘University Poem’
I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman
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I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman
Meryl Streep reads In Vain by Emily Dickinson
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Meryl Streep reads In Vain by Emily Dickinson
overly dramatic, poorly read, no flow, and she messed up the wording. city instead of clay.
This is my favorite poem ever! Simple yet compelling. It helped guide my entire life. Im 41 as of yr24 Thank you Gwendolyn Brooks❤❤❤
This is like a story of our DNA. E1b1a came from near the Euphrates and ended up here. This touches the soul.
Jesus loves us all 🙏💓🙏--Luke 18:14&14: 11--JESUS have mercy -we all will have our own individual universe with Jesus Divine Permission (like a teen asking daddy for the car keys 🗝️😂)& Jesus have mercy pray for my favorite star socialite and entrepreneur Dr Kim Nicole Kardashian esquire forever ♾️💍♾️ PLEASE please please.....
Woo! it hit deep. The sorrow in her voice, the stops, the continuity.
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One of my favorites ❤
This is my favorite poem to date. I remember being introduced to it in 5th grade Mr. Smith class. It’s always and forever since that day been the most beautiful, saddest literature I have ever read. You must know absolute internal depth to even begin to dissect further from the surface.
Lohem Dred Scott Alohem of God Yahweh Elohim...aka..'langston hughes of kenneth hahn"..then..and...calvin tryst benson-murphy OF david rockefeller..later..and eventually the trustee of henry ford motors compnay 'Isaac Cory Smith"...also named Hnery Ford ..the inheriter...today being april 23rd,2024..and thanks JFK fitzgerald for 'fast-food"...chief justice of the US of A...and general Eisenhower...with his adminstrator herbert hoover (and wife Lou hoover)..forr their 'brown vs. board of education...decisions. Eye Enohs YHWH "EL" Lohem
we wear the mask and the mask we wear to cover our cheeks in 2020 then 2024 now. ♥
i felt this exact same way. growing up in chicago my father was the only one who made money working outside in the winters of chicago he had 5 kids to take care of and never once complained about it no matter how cold or how much pain he was in, he always got the job done and no one used to thank him and it would break my heart. as a father of 2 babys at the age of 28, i have a hard time believing in myself sometimes it makes me understand how strong of a man he really was and still is til this very moment. time changes but true love always stays the same.
Beautiful I'm a poetry writer and lover It's so beautiful and smiling to of come across this most wonderful poem x
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It's the reason i love black culture..they speak by soul's..they are original..never copying..❤so true..
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It's cool to be cool.. just not others use your cool .
I did this poem at school today it was so good❤
This poem burrowed into my mind the very instant I first heard it. It's my favorite I've ever heard.
I like those words
My soul has grown deep like the rivers ❤❤❤wow. Sometimes I think about rivers and I think how they've witnessed it all. The same river bed my ancestors my ancestors stepped in when young and wanted a swim, is the same riverbed that was there before they were born, is the same river bed that will be there for my great grandkids. Rivers have borne silent witness to the start of slavery, the same water from the rains, down the mountains into the rivers, into the oceans, the oceans that carried slaves on ships; they've borne witness to colonialism and the fight for freedom, the same rivers the ancestors had to shower in as they survived fighting for freedom in the forests; the same rivers slaves were baptized in and from which sprung soul giving negro spirituals; the same rivers that helped the slaves escape by cutting off the scent-tracing dogs set upon them by the "massas". Indeed, the story of black people cannot be told without being mentioned in the same breadth with rivers. The Rivers, the silent witness , cheerleader and sometimes grave to the trials and triumphs of the negro. ❤ Thank you for posting this poem.
Interesting how Jazz apparently used to be a reference to jizz similarly to how rocking meant f*cking & how the word funk probably evolved somehow from f*ck. All music comes from the hornies.
WOW! The way she syncopates it is AMAZING! Like a jazz verse.
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Rip my Angeles ❤️
Life doesn't frightening me at all
Life it doesn't me at all ❤️❤️❤️
I love everything about this poem except that the last word, "offices," seems wrong.
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Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn't frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud Life doesn't frighten me at all Mean old Mother Goose Lions on the loose They don't frighten me at all Dragons breathing flame On my counterpane That doesn't frighten me at all. I go boo Make them shoo I make fun Way they run I won't cry So they fly I just smile They go wild Life doesn't frighten me at all. Tough guys fight All alone at night Life doesn't frighten me at all. Panthers in the park Strangers in the dark No, they don't frighten me at all. That new classroom where Boys all pull my hair (Kissy little girls With their hair in curls) They don't frighten me at all. Don't show me frogs and snakes And listen for my scream, If I'm afraid at all It's only in my dreams. I've got a magic charm That I keep up my sleeve I can walk the ocean floor And never have to breathe. Life doesn't frighten me at all Not at all Not at all. Life doesn't frighten me at all.
At first glance, it's horseshit. But at second glance, it's wonderful. That's two ways. He's suggesting 13 ways to look at a thing. Why not 12 or 14?
13 is an unlucky number, and black is often considered a malicious color. Blackbirds like crows and especially ravens have associations with death. Not sure if that means anything to the poem though.
Her reading just makes it all the better
GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The freemasons sent Mallory my 11th grade year to teach me how to be submissive to a woman. They thought her huge butt would make it easy for her to seduce me. I felt her bad energy and decided to ignore her. After 3 weeks of ignoring her she approached me for a conversation. She asked if she could come over my house for sex after school. I said yes and we went to my friend Roy house after school. She gave me oral sex and then went home. I decided to start dating Jeleah a week later. Mallory found out and beat Jeleah up. I then heard stories of Mallory having sex with multiple other boys in my class.
Very excellent pomes thank you
This is the poem. That poem. The poem that got me to respect all poetry and literature but especially Langston Hughes. Amazing man.
Mama Maya Angelou♥️ love you always♥️
This is magnificent, awesome. Langston Hughes is my all time favourite poet, over and above Keats! It is so exciting to hear the man himself recite his most famous poem. A fascinating and informative introduction as well. Again, a magnificent recording, one that stands out above so many.❤
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Yes this Ruby Dee
Om tare Tuttare soha :*
Ah! The way she reads it, with the stresses in places I didn’t expect it, is VERY Cool!! ❤😀
When did Hughes record this?
“I can walk the ocean floor and never have to breathe” damn those words are hypnotizing and impactful all at the same time legends never die 💯
Real cool!
Beautiful
Powerful
I hope this generation get to understand what this means bkas it is something they will never go through in life or any other life
Pretty good