My Journey through Colorado with the poetry of Basho in Basho’s Journey by David Landis Barnhill reading umi kurete kamo no koe honoka ni shiroshi while not dead yet shininmo senu tabine no hate yo aki no kure Japanese Haiku hototogisu I hiked alone at mesa verde national park Saigyo drops trickle down in the form of nectar or rasa or amrit Exodus 20 bleached bones by the roadside on my mind Rice Monkeys Durango a friend I had not seen for twenty years in Silver City New mexico inochi futatsu no naka ni ikataru sakura kana The narrow slot canyon to the deep southwest at four corners

Book Reading: Basho’s Journey while on my own Journey in Durango Colorado Matsuo Basho David Landis Barnhill I left my cuarto in Queens I leaned on the staff of an ancient haiku poet Edna Steuben Ohio Vermont Mt Olga chapter 1 Journal of Bleached bones in a field Nozarashi kiko acacia tree waze prius saigyo rosary beads Japanese verse The narrow slot canyon to the deep four corners

A Personalized Reading of Basho’s Journey - the narrow road to the deep Southwest. The literary prose of Matsuo Basho translated by David Landis Barnhill introduction His mother had died the previous year Oku no hosomichi mid autumn scenic spots Vermont Grand Canyon home town bat sand fleas oku sabi wabi “nothing is as alluring as solitude” the narrow road to the deep north haiku poetry travel Omaha

The Tenth Elegy of Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies Duineser Elegien read by David Smith from a Stephen Mitchell translation from the German to English “let not even one of the clearly-struck hammers of my heart fail to sound because of a slack, a doubtful, or a broken string. Winter-enduring foliage Vermont “one season in our inner year” “the city’s edges are curling with carnival” “chew fresh distractions” “where shimmering in the moonlight is a fountainhead of joy” “a happy thing falls” poetry reading

The Duineser Elegien of Rainer Maria Rilke 1923 the Duino Elegies Poetry read by David Smith because it serenely distains to annihilate us when a wind full of infinite gnaws at our faces for there is no place where we can remain. “Strange to no longer desire one’s desires” UNC studies Elaine Boney “bursts out of sleep, into its sweetest acheivement” GoPro hero Vermont leaf peeping “superabundant being wells up in my heart” German Spanish Park City Utah

Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke translated to English by Stephen Mitchell and read by David Smith whitely “her simple and unselfcentered Mary-life” “some evening take a step out of your house” Orpheus Eurydice Hermes hiking stick archaic torso of Apollo Buddha in Glory again again for the sake of a single poem how to write poetry “to partings you had long seen coming” childhood “time in school drags along with so much worry, and waiting, things so dumb and stupid” going where?

Three Yeats poems read by David Smith Under Ben Bulben Lapis Lazuli Sailing to Byzantium dying animal singing school

Poetry reading of Arthur Rimbaud french poet translated by Louise Varese Hunger Salads and fruits await but the picking; but violets are the food of spiders in the thicket “I had to travel, divert the spells assembled in my brain” “autumn already! But why regret an eternal sun if we are embarked on the discovery of divine light” “one must be absolutely modern” “I saw the hell of women back there; and I shall be free to possess truth in one soul and one body” democracy Le Bateau ‘ure “I’ve been bathing in the poem”

Poetry reading of William Butler Yeats poems by David Smith The Lake Isle of Innisfree The Old men admiring themselves in the water the three hermits a witty lovely lady sang unnoticed like a bird the wild swans at coole central park rowboat pond The tower Plato Plotinus pythagoras among school children w. b. Yeats better to smile on all that smile, and show there is a comfortable kind of old scarecrow a dialogue of self and soul “fix every wandering thought upon that quarter where all thoughts is done” The folly that man does or must suffer, if he woos a proud woman not kindred of his soul.

Poetry reading by the author, David Smith while in NYC Boscobel Sept 11 2016 poem on Wix blog davidsmith208 Hudson River Cold Spring New York State Verrazano Newburgh curry poem