Get your berets and black shirts ready

[rubah]

We're having a poetry recital.

Please record yourself reading one of your favorite poems; you don't have to have written it, but please enclose the verses or a link to them.

http://www.snowy-day.net/stuff/ee%20cummings%20-%20somewhere%20i%20have%20never.mp3
http://www-scf.usc.edu/~thier/ee/#somewhere

[Madame Adequate]

This is a capital idea for a thread :save:

I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld.
When I die, they will put my body in a box and
dispose of it in the cold ground.
And in all the million ages to come, I will never
breathe or laugh or twitch again.
So won't you run and play with me here among the
teeming mass of humanity?
The universe has spared us this moment.

Anonymous

[Rye]

Everyone has such nice voices. ;__; I don't think my voice is much of a poetry one. That'll be for you to decide. I recited a poem from a book I really love, so I suppose it doesn't have a name, but the words:

I am reciting the poem (http://www.freewebs.com/tilde-art/ZAZOO2.mp3)

""She swam like no one I had known,
this little girl of mine,
as if into a fish she'd grown---
all silver-finned and fine.
But when the surface glazed with ice
that sealed away her paradise
she couldn't bear my sage advice
on nature's sweet design,
and wept--like no one I had known---
this little girl of mine.

But then she slept in air so clear
that she could hardly help but hear
the sound of someone coasting near
along the bright divide.
When she awoke, two slender skates
sharp-edged for carving figure eights
lay winking in the sunlight by her side--
two glinting blades on midnight boots,
longing to be tried.

And now she flies, on nights so cold
the dry canal ice sounds too old
to creak and crack and barely hold
her blades from slipping through--
this under- and yes, over-water,
liveliest, by far, granddaughter
ever to have worn a skating shoe:
this loveliest,
no longer little
girl I call Zazoo."