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Today is the 150th Anniversary of Rilke's Birthday.
Do you still not understand? Fling the emptiness out from your arms into the spaces we breathe: maybe the birds will feel the thinner air with a more inward flight. ~ Rilke (1st Duino Elegy)
Do you still not understand? Fling the emptiness out from your arms into the spaces we breathe: maybe the birds will feel the thinner air with a more inward flight. ~ Rilke (1st Duino Elegy)
The First Duino Elegy - Rainer Maria Rilke - Read in the German by Maria Machado w/ English Text
YouTube video by The Poetry Project
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December 5, 2025 at 3:57 AM
Today is the 150th Anniversary of Rilke's Birthday.
Do you still not understand? Fling the emptiness out from your arms into the spaces we breathe: maybe the birds will feel the thinner air with a more inward flight. ~ Rilke (1st Duino Elegy)
Do you still not understand? Fling the emptiness out from your arms into the spaces we breathe: maybe the birds will feel the thinner air with a more inward flight. ~ Rilke (1st Duino Elegy)
New reading of a Elizabeth Bishop poem.
The subject of the poem is Ezra Pound, who was confined to St Elizabeths between 1945 and 1958, after being arrested for treason in Italy after World War 2 because of his radio broadcasts during the war.
The subject of the poem is Ezra Pound, who was confined to St Elizabeths between 1945 and 1958, after being arrested for treason in Italy after World War 2 because of his radio broadcasts during the war.
Visits to St Elizabeths - Elizabeth Bishop - Read by William Page
YouTube video by The Poetry Project
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October 23, 2025 at 8:04 AM
New reading of a Elizabeth Bishop poem.
The subject of the poem is Ezra Pound, who was confined to St Elizabeths between 1945 and 1958, after being arrested for treason in Italy after World War 2 because of his radio broadcasts during the war.
The subject of the poem is Ezra Pound, who was confined to St Elizabeths between 1945 and 1958, after being arrested for treason in Italy after World War 2 because of his radio broadcasts during the war.
New poetry reading.
October Days - William Page - Read by the Poet
YouTube video by The Poetry Project
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October 8, 2025 at 6:28 AM
New poetry reading.
Questions of Travel. Reading of Elizabeth Bishop's poem.
Follow the link to hear the poem.
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#poetry
Follow the link to hear the poem.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4Vo...
#elizabethbishop
#poetry
September 17, 2025 at 7:06 AM
Questions of Travel. Reading of Elizabeth Bishop's poem.
Follow the link to hear the poem.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4Vo...
#elizabethbishop
#poetry
Follow the link to hear the poem.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4Vo...
#elizabethbishop
#poetry
America in the mouth of a tyrant
is not America...
is not America...
America - William Page - Read by the Poet
YouTube video by The Poetry Project
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August 28, 2025 at 5:57 AM
America in the mouth of a tyrant
is not America...
is not America...
Read by the actress Maria Machado
Original Music composed and performed by Guillaue Tiger
#poetry
#poetrycommunity
Original Music composed and performed by Guillaue Tiger
#poetry
#poetrycommunity
Orpheus and Eurydice - William Page - Read by Maria Machado
YouTube video by The Poetry Project
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August 14, 2025 at 6:25 AM
Read by the actress Maria Machado
Original Music composed and performed by Guillaue Tiger
#poetry
#poetrycommunity
Original Music composed and performed by Guillaue Tiger
#poetry
#poetrycommunity
New poem on the Poetry Project.
August Moon - William Page - Read by the Poet
YouTube video by The Poetry Project
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August 10, 2025 at 7:47 AM
New poem on the Poetry Project.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zvP...
When are we going to stop being fooled?
When are they going to feel the burden
of their hate? When are they going to hear
the vacancy of their blustering talk?
They should have stayed in their mansions,
should have lived out their entitled lives...
When are we going to stop being fooled?
When are they going to feel the burden
of their hate? When are they going to hear
the vacancy of their blustering talk?
They should have stayed in their mansions,
should have lived out their entitled lives...
Let Us Make a Noise - William Page
YouTube video by The Poetry Project
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August 4, 2025 at 7:58 AM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zvP...
When are we going to stop being fooled?
When are they going to feel the burden
of their hate? When are they going to hear
the vacancy of their blustering talk?
They should have stayed in their mansions,
should have lived out their entitled lives...
When are we going to stop being fooled?
When are they going to feel the burden
of their hate? When are they going to hear
the vacancy of their blustering talk?
They should have stayed in their mansions,
should have lived out their entitled lives...
There is a tenderness deeper than these words,
deeper than the power I have to express—
it goes out to you unsettled...
deeper than the power I have to express—
it goes out to you unsettled...
July 21, 2025 at 7:47 AM
There is a tenderness deeper than these words,
deeper than the power I have to express—
it goes out to you unsettled...
deeper than the power I have to express—
it goes out to you unsettled...
I am not a prince with a wide influence
and the means to effect a change, nor a visionary
of where men will spend their money,
but whatever the cause of this empathic gene
I stand by it as something like a seed
that promises germination and light...
and the means to effect a change, nor a visionary
of where men will spend their money,
but whatever the cause of this empathic gene
I stand by it as something like a seed
that promises germination and light...
Better Than a Crown - William Page
YouTube video by The Poetry Project
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July 18, 2025 at 8:38 AM
I am not a prince with a wide influence
and the means to effect a change, nor a visionary
of where men will spend their money,
but whatever the cause of this empathic gene
I stand by it as something like a seed
that promises germination and light...
and the means to effect a change, nor a visionary
of where men will spend their money,
but whatever the cause of this empathic gene
I stand by it as something like a seed
that promises germination and light...
She took the morning with her,
and left only the afternoon’s glare.
I’ll miss the brightness of her eyes
and the wave of her short brown hair.
I’ll miss the way she smiled at me
without having anything to say,
but, most of all, I’ll miss the coolness
of the shade she swept away.
and left only the afternoon’s glare.
I’ll miss the brightness of her eyes
and the wave of her short brown hair.
I’ll miss the way she smiled at me
without having anything to say,
but, most of all, I’ll miss the coolness
of the shade she swept away.
November 28, 2024 at 10:42 PM
She took the morning with her,
and left only the afternoon’s glare.
I’ll miss the brightness of her eyes
and the wave of her short brown hair.
I’ll miss the way she smiled at me
without having anything to say,
but, most of all, I’ll miss the coolness
of the shade she swept away.
and left only the afternoon’s glare.
I’ll miss the brightness of her eyes
and the wave of her short brown hair.
I’ll miss the way she smiled at me
without having anything to say,
but, most of all, I’ll miss the coolness
of the shade she swept away.
She did not know the full moon,
or the sudden swoop of the owl.
She did not know the loneliness
of the coyote’s mournful howl.
Bare-legged, in a green dress,
with sandals on her feet,
she swept around my porch and left
only the sun’s brilliant heat.
November 28, 2024 at 10:41 PM
She did not know the full moon,
or the sudden swoop of the owl.
She did not know the loneliness
of the coyote’s mournful howl.
Bare-legged, in a green dress,
with sandals on her feet,
she swept around my porch and left
only the sun’s brilliant heat.
with a southern disposition
and a halo of yellow light
she chased away the morning breeze
and the coolness left by the night.
She wished only to be where she was;
she wished only to be sweeping.
She did not know the night’s abyss,
or understand the voice of weeping.
November 28, 2024 at 10:40 PM
with a southern disposition
and a halo of yellow light
she chased away the morning breeze
and the coolness left by the night.
She wished only to be where she was;
she wished only to be sweeping.
She did not know the night’s abyss,
or understand the voice of weeping.
Hello. I am looking to befriend poets. I am starting a YouTube channel, Poetry Project. A short poem to begin
THE GIRL IN THE GREEN DRESS
The girl in the green dress came
sweeping around my porch today.
With a broom of broken sunlight
and branches she swept the shade away...
THE GIRL IN THE GREEN DRESS
The girl in the green dress came
sweeping around my porch today.
With a broom of broken sunlight
and branches she swept the shade away...
November 28, 2024 at 10:39 PM
Hello. I am looking to befriend poets. I am starting a YouTube channel, Poetry Project. A short poem to begin
THE GIRL IN THE GREEN DRESS
The girl in the green dress came
sweeping around my porch today.
With a broom of broken sunlight
and branches she swept the shade away...
THE GIRL IN THE GREEN DRESS
The girl in the green dress came
sweeping around my porch today.
With a broom of broken sunlight
and branches she swept the shade away...