POEM OF THE DAY : DREAM DEFERRED (HARLEM) - LANGSTON HUGHES

"DREAM DEFERRED (HARLEM)" - LANGSTON HUGHES 

88,284 views•Jun 12, 2016

TIM GRACYK

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Dream Deferred (Harlem)

By Langston Hughes

 

What happens to a dream deferred?

 

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over--

like a syrupy sweet?

 

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

 

Or does it explode?

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Scholars usually assume that Langston Hughes had racism in mind when he wrote this poem that guesses at the costs of postponing human dreams or aspirations. 

 

The short poem even implies it's dangerous if dreams are set aside or delayed due to racial discrimination--people might explode in anger (riots in cities?). 

 

But readers don't have to give it a racial interpretation.  It is about ANY dreams being put off.

 

Today's young people have dreams or goals or activities put off due to a pandemic, and they feel very frustrated.  The poem is about that.

 

The Harlem Renaissance is a name for an era that witnessed a flowering or blossoming of the arts among African Americans.  Its heyday was the 1920s and early 1930s.  Scholars disagree on when exactly it started and ended.

 

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POEM OF THE DAY: THE UNDERTAKER'S HORSE by RUDYARD KIPLING

         The Undertaker's Horse

              by Rudyard Kipling

"To-tschin-shu is condemned to death.

How can he drink tea with the Executioner?"

Japanese Proverb.

The eldest son bestrides him,

And the pretty daughter rides him,

And I meet him oft o' mornings on the Course;

And there kindles in my bosom

An emotion chill and gruesome

As I canter past the Undertaker's Horse.

Neither shies he nor is restive,

But a hideously suggestive

Trot, professional and placid, he affects;

And the cadence of his hoof-beats

To my mind this grim reproof beats:,

"Mend your pace, my friend, I'm coming. Who's the next?"

Ah! stud-bred of ill-omen,

I have watched the strongest go,    men

Of pith and might and muscle,    at your heels,

Down the plantain-bordered highway,

(Heaven send it ne'er be my way!)

In a lacquered box and jetty upon wheels.

Answer, sombre beast and dreary,

Where is Brown, the young, the cheery,

Smith, the pride of all his friends and half the Force?

You were at that last dread dak

We must cover at a walk,

Bring them back to me, O Undertaker's Horse!

With your mane unhogged and flowing,

And your curious way of going,

And that businesslike black crimping of your tail,

E'en with Beauty on your back, Sir,

Pacing as a lady's hack, Sir,

What wonder when I meet you I turn pale?

It may be you wait your time, Beast,

Till I write my last bad rhyme, Beast,

Quit the sunlight, cut the rhyming, drop the glass,

Follow after with the others,

Where some dusky heathen smothers

Us with marigolds in lieu of English grass.

Or, perchance, in years to follow,

I shall watch your plump sides hollow,

See Carnifex (gone lame) become a corse,

See old age at last o'erpower you,

And the Station Pack devour you,

I shall chuckle then, O Undertaker's Horse!

But to insult, jibe, and quest, I've

Still the hideously suggestive

Trot that hammers out the unrelenting text,

And I hear it hard behind me

In what place soe'er I find me:,

"'Sure to catch you sooner or later. Who's the next?"

FOR BIO OF RUDYARD KIPLING FROM WIKIPEDIA 

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rudyard_Kipling

POEM OF THE DAY : *A Green Cornfield by Christina Rossetti*

*A Green Cornfield by Christina Rossetti*

The earth was green, the sky was blue:

I saw and heard one sunny morn

A skylark hang between the two,

A singing speck above the corn;

A stage below, in gay accord,

White butterflies danced on the wing,

And still the singing skylark soared,

And silent sank and soared to sing.

The cornfield stretched a tender green

To right and left beside my walks;

I knew he had a nest unseen

Somewhere among the million stalks.

And as I paused to hear his song

While swift the sunny moments slid,

Perhaps his mate sat listening long,

And listened longer than I did.

FOR BIOGRAPHY OF CHRISTINA ROSETTI  FROM WIKIPEDIA :

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POEM OF THE DAY : *The Knight's Tomb by Samuel Taylor Coleridge*

*The Knight's Tomb by Samuel Taylor Coleridge*

Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O’Kellyn?

Where may the grave of that good man be?—

By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn,

Under the twigs of a young birch tree!

The oak that in summer was sweet to hear,

And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year,

And whistled and roared in the winter alone,

Is gone,—and the birch in its stead is grown.—

The Knight’s bones are dust,

And his good sword rust;—

His soul is with the saints, I trust.

POEM OF THE DAY : THE LAUGHING HEART BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI

THE LAUGHING HEART BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI 

(READ BY TOM O'BEDLAM)

280,470 views•Jul 1, 2010

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The words of Solomon represent the wisdom of the ages, and their truth does not depend on whether you believe in God.

 

This is what he says about laughter in Ecclesiates 7, verses 3 to 12:

Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.

The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.

It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise, than for a man to hear the song of fools. For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool: this also is vanity.

Surely oppression maketh a wise man mad; and a gift destroyeth the heart.

Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof: and the patient in spirit is better than the proud in spirit.

Be not hasty in thy spirit to be angry: for anger resteth in the bosom of fools.

Say not thou, What is the cause that the former days were better than these? for thou dost not enquire wisely concerning this.

Wisdom is good with an inheritance: and by it there is profit to them that see the sun.

For wisdom is a defence, and money is a defence: but the excellency of knowledge is, that wisdom giveth life to them that have it.

 

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POEM OF THE DAY : MERCY by William Shakespeare

MERCY 

by William Shakespeare

The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest,—
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The thronèd monarch better than his crown:
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway,—
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s,
When mercy seasons justice

POEM OF THE DAY : YOUR LIFE IS YOUR LIFE: GO ALL THE WAY - CHARLES BUKOWSKI

YOUR LIFE IS YOUR LIFE: GO ALL THE WAY - 

CHARLES BUKOWSKI

3,941,458 views•Feb 10, 2016

ROGIDREAM

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This is a combination of 2 poems made by Charles Bukowski

 

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POEM OF THE DAY : THE ADDICTIONS OF SIN: W. H. AUDEN IN HIS OWN WORDS

THE ADDICTIONS OF SIN: W. H. AUDEN 

IN HIS OWN WORDS (6/6)

58,415 views•Oct 18, 2009

HERMIONECAZ232

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POEM OF THE DAY : AS I GREW OLDER BY LANGSTON HUGHES

AS I GREW OLDER BY LANGSTON HUGHES

10,763 views•Sep 4, 2017

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POEM OF THE DAY : BE KIND BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI

BE KIND BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI

173,559 views•Premiered Apr 11, 2020

illneas

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🔰This work is a perfect example of a community coming together to create something beautiful. Iness (the narrator) commented in one of my previous uploads and after some discussion, she offered her voice to narrate this video and in my opinion, she did a bloody good job. Let me know what you think of this video and please be kind (pun intended)

 

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🔰Be Kind by Charles Bukowski

 

we are always asked

to understand the other person's

viewpoint

no matter how

out-dated

foolish or

obnoxious.

one is asked

to view

their total error

their life-waste

with

kindliness,

especially if they are

aged.

but age is the total of

our doing.

they have aged

badly

because they have

lived

out of focus,

they have refused to

see.

not their fault?

whose fault?

mine?

I am asked to hide

my viewpoint

from them

for fear of their

fear.

age is no crime

but the shame

of a deliberately

wasted

life

among so many

deliberately

wasted

lives

is.

 

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THE COCKNEY ROMANTICS : JOHN KEATS AND HIS FRIENDS

THE COCKNEY ROMANTICS: JOHN KEATS 

AND HIS FRIENDS

7,683 views•May 24, 2019

GRESHAM COLLEGE

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The younger generation of English Romantics were Londoners through and through. They were known as the 'Cockney School of Poetry'.

 

A lecture by SIR JONATHAN BATE FBA, GRESHAM PROFESSOR OF RHETORIC 14 May 2019

 

https://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-an...

 

The word Romanticism makes us think of mountain tops and stormy seas, but the younger generation of English Romantics (above all, John Keats) were Londoners through and through. They were even mocked as ‘the Cockney School of Poetry’.

 

Jonathan Bate will track Keats to Hampstead and tell of the extraordinary circle of writers – opium-eater Thomas De Quincey, essayist Charles Lamb, master-critic William Hazlitt – who wrote for The London Magazine, until its gifted editor was killed in a duel with a rival critic.

 

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POEM OF THE DAY : BLUEBIRD BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI

BLUEBIRD BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI

767,366 views•Apr 25, 2019

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there’s a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I’m too tough for him,

I say, stay in there, I’m not going

to let anybody see

you.

 

there’s a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I pour whiskey on him and inhale

cigarette smoke

and the whores and the bartenders

and the grocery clerks

never know that

he’s

in there.

 

there’s a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I’m too tough for him,

I say,

stay down, do you want to mess

me up?

you want to screw up the

works?

you want to blow my book sales in

Europe?

 

there’s a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I’m too clever, I only let him out

at night sometimes

when everybody’s asleep.

I say, I know that you’re there,

so don’t be

sad.

 

then I put him back,

but he’s singing a little

in there, I haven’t quite let him

die

and we sleep together like

that

with our

secret pact

and it’s nice enough to

make a man

weep, but I don’t

weep, do

you?

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POEM OF THE DAY : "ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE" BY JOHN KEATS

"ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE" BY JOHN KEATS | 

ROMANTIC POETRY READING

74,511 views•May 3, 2016

HORRORCRAFT

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♢ READ ALONG with the POEM ♢

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John Keat's famous, disconsolate reflection on the nightingale's song.

 

Read and mixed by G.M.DANIELSON.

 

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POEM OF THE DAY : Nothing Gold Can Stay by ROBERT FROST

*Nothing Gold Can Stay*

BY ROBERT FROST

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

POEM OF THE DAY : THE SKY IS LOW BY EMILY DICKINSON

THE SKY IS LOW BY EMILY DICKINSON - 

POETRY READING

18,725 views•Dec 20, 2012

PEARLS OF WISDOM

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The Sky Is Low - A poem by Emily Dickinson.

 

About the poem - The poet describes a bad weather day and tries to explain that we are like nature. Just as nature has both good and bad days, we too are  not always at our best.

 

About the poet - Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 -- May 15, 1886) was a very prolific private American poet. She was born in Amherst, Massachusetts. Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality.

 

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WALT WHITMAN POEM FOR Living a Vibrant and Rewarding Life

“Love the earth and sun and animals,

Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,

Stand up for the stupid and crazy,

Devote your income and labor to others…

Re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book;

Dismiss whatever insults your own soul;

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.”

~Walt Whitman~