I Taught Myself To Live Simply by Anna Akhmatova

I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander long before evening to tire my superfluous...

Are You Drinking? – by Charles Bukowski

washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will see the doctor, Monday. "yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head- aches and...

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou (read by Maya Angelou)

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think...

To My Wife – With A Copy Of My Poems by Oscar Wilde

I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say.For if of these fallen...

Sean Connery reads ”Ithaka” by Constantine P. Cavafy

Ithaca by C.P.Cavafy As you set out for Ithaka hope your road is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians, Cyclops, angry Poseidon-don't be afraid of...

America by Allen Ginsberg (Ginsberg Reads it)

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't stand my own mind. America when will we...

Love Is More Thicker Than Forget – by E.E. Cummings

love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly and...

24 September 1945 – by Nazim Hikmet

24 September 1945 The most beautiful sea hasn't been crossed yet. The most beautiful child hasn't grown up yet. Our most beautiful days we haven't seen yet. And the most beautiful...

A Dream Within A Dream – by Edgar Allan Poe ( +Documentary about Poe...

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been...

Dostoevsky by Charles Bukowski

Dostoevsky by Charles Bukowski against the wall, the firing squad ready. then he got a reprieve. suppose they had shot Dostoevsky? before he wrote all that? I suppose it...

City That Does Not Sleep – by Federico García Lorca

City That Does Not Sleep In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their...

A Girl – by Ezra Pound

The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast- Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms.Tree...

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