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| | From: Susan (Original Message) | Sent: 8/24/2000 4:34 AM |
this is a test. recited by susan in one strange Irish accent. it bee-loud with background noise.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B. Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core. (1890) |
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Thanks for this one, Susan. Lovely images and a lovely reading. Yeah - Yeats would know, wouldn't he? Feels like he's here with me, but being very very quiet. |
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| | From: Corinne | Sent: 8/24/2000 11:42 PM |
Wonderful reading, Susan. It's what I always pictured I would do someday, someday. You have a great reading voice, liked the accent too, lassie! Corinne |
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Hey! That was real nice, Alan. Thanks for the link... |
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| | From: Susan | Sent: 8/25/2000 5:52 AM |
Thanks lassies - Melissa & Corinne.. Somehow the reading was more intense in my head with the absolute perfect dialect --- but --- as opposed to surreal, i was a basket case with Real. as in Real Player. also, i canna tell a lie, i was out of practice for a long time... but the dialect is cumin' back to me! (Better late than never).
Susan
Alan -
I turn off ZoneAlarm when I'm using Real Player. I already learned my lesson. It was a hard road to travel, but I got there. hahahahahahaha As far as Mr. Yeats, I love the link -- but am glad I didn't listen to it first! I would've sworn he came from Scotland!! Lead on MacDuff! NOT. I can't believe it was in Poets.org -- guess the Academy is going Worldwide. 'Bout time. Thanks. Susan |
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| | From: helen | Sent: 8/25/2000 9:09 PM |
And live alone in the bee-loud glade _______________________________________________________
listening to maids chant my songs, like i painted them myself on their color thirsty tongues....... ( lovely, and one of my favorite poems too, what a treat.) |
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| | From: Prince | Sent: 8/26/2000 3:38 AM |
Damn Susan, you moved this on me.. lol I did want to comment on how well it was read.. Yet, your voice is what I imagined it to sound like.. Well, I was expecting a New Yorker accent.. *smile* Again, I enjoyed the reading but I was surprised that you took such liberty with the punctuation.. I suppose this is your creativeness.. Adding your own unique flavor to the masters recipe.. Well done, I enjoyed the taste.. |
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| | From: Susan | Sent: 8/26/2000 7:47 AM |
helen - glad you enjoyed. maybe another idea lodged in here -- record a selection from a favorite poet.. i think he would have preferred just one maid tho', by the name of Maude. susan
prince - yup. he is a master chef of words.... thanks so much for your comments. susan |
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| | From: helen | Sent: 8/26/2000 1:09 PM |
Yes I know, read the book of their letters some time ago.... |
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| | From: sappho | Sent: 1/18/2001 2:13 AM |
I always loved this poem Sapho |
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| | From: Susan | Sent: 1/18/2001 5:27 AM |
welcome to The Poets' Place, sappho - He is More than a Hero He is a god in my eyes -- the man who is allowed to sit beside you -- he who listens intimately to the sweet murmur of your voice, the enticing laughter that makes my own heart beat fast. If I meet you suddenly, I can't speak -- my tongue is broken; a thin flame runs under my skin; seeing nothing, hearing only my own ears drumming, I drip with sweat; trembling shakes my body and I turn paler than dry grass. At such times death isn't far from me ~Sappho [7th Century BC] Translated by Mary Barnard |
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