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2023 Valentine's Day Special
Manage episode 355010150 series 72981
Roger Bunting stops in to deliver his annual love poem recitation for Valentine's Day.
TASTES LIKE BURNING, a podcast by Tim and James
Instrumental Music by Monica Gil Music and gils102.
Poem – Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allen Poe, read by Basil Rathbone, put to music by Foxiekitten25
Song – Annabelle Lee by Fiddler’s Green.
To Earthward by Robert FrostLove at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of—was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Downhill at dusk? I had the swirl and ache From sprays of honeysuckle That when they're gathered shake Dew on the knuckle. I craved strong sweets, but those Seemed strong when I was young; The petal of the rose It was that stung. Now no joy but lacks salt, That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove. When stiff and sore and scarred I take away my hand From leaning on it hard In grass and sand, The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength To feel the earth as rough To all my length.Write to Toppie at Smellcast@aol.com. Leave a comment on Toppie’s blog! Follow him on Twitter. Friend Toppie on Facebook by emailing him YOUR FB name and link, then Toppie will find YOU and friend you!
Rss feed: http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheSmellcast
183 bölüm
Manage episode 355010150 series 72981
Roger Bunting stops in to deliver his annual love poem recitation for Valentine's Day.
TASTES LIKE BURNING, a podcast by Tim and James
Instrumental Music by Monica Gil Music and gils102.
Poem – Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allen Poe, read by Basil Rathbone, put to music by Foxiekitten25
Song – Annabelle Lee by Fiddler’s Green.
To Earthward by Robert FrostLove at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of—was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Downhill at dusk? I had the swirl and ache From sprays of honeysuckle That when they're gathered shake Dew on the knuckle. I craved strong sweets, but those Seemed strong when I was young; The petal of the rose It was that stung. Now no joy but lacks salt, That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove. When stiff and sore and scarred I take away my hand From leaning on it hard In grass and sand, The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength To feel the earth as rough To all my length.Write to Toppie at Smellcast@aol.com. Leave a comment on Toppie’s blog! Follow him on Twitter. Friend Toppie on Facebook by emailing him YOUR FB name and link, then Toppie will find YOU and friend you!
Rss feed: http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheSmellcast
183 bölüm
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