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The Concise Verse episodes
- "Gold in the Mountain" by Herman MelvilleGold in the mountain, And gold in the glen, And greed in the heart, Heaven having no part, And unsatisfied men.1 min
- "Chicago" by Carl Sandburg (Excerpt)
HOG Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders:
1 min - "How Still the Bells in Steeples Stand" by Emily Dickinson
HOW still the bells in steeples stand, Till, swollen with the sky, They leap upon their silver feet In frantic melody!
1 min - "Oread" by H.D.Whirl up, sea— whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines on our rocks, hurl your green over us, cover us with your pools of fir.1 min
- "In September" by Amy Levy
The sky is silver-grey; the long Slow waves caress the shore.— On such a day as this I have been glad, Who shall be glad no more.
1 min - "Thought" by Alice Dunbar-Nelson
A swift, successive chain of things, That flash, kaleidoscope-like, now in, now out, Now straight, now eddying in wild rings, No order, neither law, compels their moves, But endless, constant, always swiftly roves.
1 min - "To My Sister" by Henry Reed Conant
May still thy deeds of innocence, Like stars of heaven, shine;And thou retain thy purity, Till Heaven itself is thine!
1 min - "Dunbar" by Anne SpencerAh, how poets sing and die! Make one song and Heaven takes it; Have one heart and Beauty breaks it; Chatterton, Shelley, Keats and I— Ah, how poets sing and die!1 min
- "Chapter Heading" by Ernest Hemingway
For we have thought the longer thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils' tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day.
1 min - "Taking Leave of a Friend" by Ezra PoundBlue mountains to the north of the walls, White river winding about them; Here we must make separation And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass. Mind like a floating wide cloud, Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance. Our horses neigh to each other as we are departing.1 min
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Where brevity meets beauty - a new poem every week.