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Questions of Travel. Reading of Elizabeth Bishop's poem.

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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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A recurring dream I used to have as a young man.
There is a tenderness deeper than these words,
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...
Better Than a Crown - William Page
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I will be starting an audio magazine on YouTube at the end of the month. This poem is read by the actress Maria Machado. We hope to attract poets reading their work and the work of other poets, as well as actors, or anybody who wants to try. More later.
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.

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.
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...