Siegfried Sassoon. Suicide In The Trenches.

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I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

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A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories, the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies, the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com, based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy .

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Siegfried Sassoon. Suicide In The Trenches.

100 Poets, 100 Poems

published about a year ago

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You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

ENJOY MORE

88 episodes

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Richard Blanco. For / After / Jan Beatty. 0:15

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After my third shot of tequila / chased by a lime sour as my rant: fuck this-fuck that-fuck them-fuck me-fuck it all / you slashed me / same as your poems’ slashes / slash me / when you asked me: so, why the fuck don’t you ever say it in your poems / I took another shot but couldn’t shoot out a reason / until now, Jan / you’re right, so / fuck \ that my poems never shut out strangers’ glassy-eyed guh’mornins / fuck their mumbles wishing me a wonderful day / on not-so-wonder-filled days / fuck my naïve belief that their mouths and mine have a heart / fuck my similes that choose to bite into pleasantries like / buttered bread for me to taste all day / a lifetime, Jan / fuck \ that I can’t hate kids / that my poems love the screeches of their awe-filled eyes / that I want to see whatever it is they see / butterfly spots as tigers’ eyes winking / moss-skinned stones as emeralds / snowflakes falling as frozen stars / palm trees as flagpoles fluttering peace, Jan / fuck \ that my lines don’t lose their patience with old folks at check-out lines / double-checking the price of every fucking item / that my poems don’t have eyes to roll at their yesteryear chatter / Can you believe the cost of living today? / fuck that I listen to them / see their wrinkled eyes as maps / roads I trace toward my own dead end, Jan / fuck \ my mother who’s eighty-six / fuck that I can’t curse at her / for never reading the poems I’ve written, aching / for her to sweep away the ashes / of the Cuban homeland she chose to lose / fuck that I can’t stop rendering her as a martyr / who died so I could write this fucking poem in this country, Jan / fuck \ my father too / who waited until the hour of his deathbed to whisper: te amo / fuck my poems that always forgive him / but never myself for not / whispering back: te amo, papá / fuck that I will never tire of gathering our silences / into rivers of words that flow nowhere / spill into nothing, Jan / fuck \ the nightmare that was my grandfather’s dream of me becoming some baseball superstar I was never going to be / fuck that my poems only acknowledge his love’s persistence / the popsicles he’d treat me to after every game / no matter how many times I struck-out at bat / at life, Jan / fuck \ the fuck’n faggot my grandmother slurred at me every day fuck’n faggot / fuck that my poems erase her words to write her into my best friend for teaching me how to survive cruelty such as hers, in such a brutal world, Jan / fuck \ ENJOY MORE A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka ; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories , the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies , the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets ; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com , based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy . Share This Poem Appears In Dec2024 cover RGB…

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Jorge Luis Borges. When Sorrow Lays Us Low. 0:15

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When sorrow lays us low for a second we are saved by humble windfalls of the mindfulness or memory: the taste of a fruit, the taste of water, that face given back to us by a dream, the first jasmine of November, the endless yearning of the compass, a book we thought was lost, the throb of a hexameter, the slight key that opens a house to us, the smell of a library, or of sandalwood, the former name of a street, the colors of a map, an unforeseen etymology, the smoothness of a filed fingernail, the date we were looking for, the twelve dark bell-strokes, tolling as we count, a sudden physical pain. Eight million Shinto deities travel secretly throughout the earth. Those modest gods touch us-- touch us and move on. ENJOY MORE A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka ; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories , the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies , the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets ; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com , based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy .…

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Xavier Villaurrutia. Nocturne: The Angels. 0:15

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You might say the streets flow sweetly through the night. The lights are dim so the secret will be kept, the secret known by the men who come and go, for they’re all in on the secret and why break it up in a thousand pieces when it’s so sweet to hold it close, and share it only with the one chosen person. If, at a given moment, everyone would say with one word what he is thinking, the six letters of DESIRE would form an enormous luminous scar, a constellation more ancient, more dazzling than any other. And that constellation would be like a burning sex in the deep body of night, like the Gemini, for the first time in their lives, looking each other in the eyes and embracing forever. Suddenly the river of the street is filled with thirsty creatures; they walk, they pause, they move on. They exchange glances, they dare to smile, they form unpredictable couples… There are nooks and benches in the shadows, riverbanks of dense indefinable shapes, sudden empty spaces of blinding light and doors that open at the slightest touch. For a moment, the river of the street is deserted. Then it seems to replenish itself, eager to start again. It is paralyzed, mute, gasping moment, like a heart between two spasms. But a new throbbing, a new pulsebeat launches new thirsty creatures on the river of the street. They cross, crisscross, fly up. They glide along the ground. They swim standing up, so miraculously no one would ever say they’re not really walking. They are angels. They have come down to earth on invisible ladders. They come from the sea that is the mirror of the sky on ships of smoke and shadow, they come to fuse and be confused with men, to surrender their foreheads to the thighs of women, to let other hands anxiously touch their bodies and let other bodies search for their bodies till they’re found, like the closing lips of a single mouth, they come to exhaust their mouths, so long inactive, to set free their tongues of fire, to sing the songs, to swear, to say all the bad words in which men have concentrated the ancient mysteries of flesh, blood and desire. They have assumed names that are divinely simple. They call themselves Dick or John, Marvin or Louis. Only by their beauty are they distinguishable from men. They walk, they pause, they move on. They exchange glances, they dare to smile. They form unpredictable couples. They smile maliciously going up in the elevators of hotels, where leisurely vertical flight is still practices. There are celestial marks on their naked bodies: blue signs, blue stars and letters. They let themselves fall into beds, they sink into pillows that make them think they’re still in the clouds. But they close their eyes to surrender to the pleasures of their mysterious incarnation, and when they sleep, they dream not of angels but of men. ENJOY MORE A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka ; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories , the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies , the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets ; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com , based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy .…

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Mark Doty. Reprive, From Atlantis. 0:15

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I woke in the night and thought, It was a dream, nothing has torn the future apart, we have not lived years in dread, it never happened, I dreamed it all. And then there was this sensation of terrific pressure lifting, as if I were rising in one of those old diving bells, lightening, unburdening. I didn’t know how heavy my life had become—so much fear, so little knowledge. It was like being young again, but I understood how light I was, how without encumbrance,— and so I felt both young and awake, which I never felt when I was young. The curtains moved —it was still summer, all the windows open— and I thought, I can move that easily. I thought my dream had lasted for years, a decade, a dream can seem like that, I thought, There’s so much more time ... And then of course the truth came floating back to me. You know how children love to end stories they tell by saying, It was all a dream? Years ago, when I taught kids to write, I used to tell them this ending spoiled things, explaining and dismissing what had come before. Now I know how wise they were, to prefer that gesture of closure, their stories rounded not with a sleep but a waking. What other gift comes close to a reprieve? This was the dream that Wally told me: I was in the tunnel, he said, and there really was a light at the end, and a great being standing in the light. His arms were full of people, men and women, but his proportions were all just right—I mean he was the size of you or me. And the people said, Come with us, we’re going dancing. And they seemed so glad to be going, and so glad to have me join them, but I said, I’m not ready yet. I didn’t know what to do, when he finished, except hold the relentless weight of him, I didn’t know what to say except, It was a dream, nothing’s wrong now, it was only a dream. ENJOY MORE A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka ; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories , the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies , the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets ; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com , based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy .…

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William Shakespeare. As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 7. 0:15

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All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. ENJOY MORE A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka ; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories , the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies , the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets ; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com , based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy .…

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Theognis of Megara. Wings. 0:15

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To you I have given wings, on which you may fly aloft Above the boundless sea and all the earth With ease. At feasts and banquets you will be present On all occasions, lying in the mouths of many, And to the clear-toned sound of pipes young men With seemly grace and loveliness, their voices fair and clear, Will sing of you. And when beneath the hollows of the murky earth You go to Hades' halls ringing with lamentation, Not even then, though dead, will you ever lose your fame; instead, you will be known To people of all time, your name imperishable, Kyrnos, roaming through mainland Hellas and up and down the islands, Passing over the restless fish-swarming sea, Not mounted on the backs of horses, but sent abroad By the radiant gifts of the Muses, violet-crowned: To all who care for them, even to those who are not yet born, you will be Alike a theme of song, so long as earth and sun exist. From you, however, I get scant respect; Instead, you cheat me with words as if I were a little child. ENJOY MORE A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka ; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories , the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies , the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets ; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com , based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy .…

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Robert Herrick. To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time. 0:15

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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he’s to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may forever tarry.…

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Meng Haoran. On Climbing Orchid Mountain In The Autumn To Zhang. 0:15

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On a northern peak among white clouds You have found your hermitage of peace; And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, High with the wildgeese flies my heart. The quiet dusk might seem a little sad If this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear; I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers Resting on the sand till the ferry returns; There are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses And against the river's rim an island like the moon I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine And we'll celebrate together the Mountain Holiday. ENJOY MORE A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka ; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories , the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies , the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets ; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com , based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy .…

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Virgil. An Excerpt From The First Georgic. 0:15

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When spring begins and the ice-locked streams begin To flow down from the snowy hills above And the clods begin to crumble in the breeze, The time has come for my groaning ox to drag My heavy plow across the fields, so that The plow blade shines as the furrow rubs against it. Not till the earth has been twice plowed, so twice Exposed to sun and twice to coolness will It yield what the farmer prays for; then will the barn Be full to bursting with the gathered grain, And yet if the field's unknown and new to us, Before our plow breaks open the soil at all, It's necessary to study the ways of the winds And the changing ways of the skies, and also to know The history of the planting in that ground, What crops will prosper there and what will not. In one place grain grows best, in another, vines; Another's good for the cultivation of trees; In still another the grain turns green unbidden. ENJOY MORE A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories, the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies, the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com, based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy .…

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Rainer Maria Rilke. What Will You Do? 0:15

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What will you do, God, when I die? I am your jar (if cracked, I lie?) Your well-spring (if the well go dry?) I am your craft, your vesture I— You lose your purport, losing me. When I go, your cold house will be Empty of words that made it sweet. I am the sandals your bare feet Will seek and long for, wearily. Your cloak will fall from aching bones. Your glance, that my warm cheeks have cheered As with a cushion long endeared, Will wonder at a loss so weird; And, when the sun has disappeared, Lie in the lap of alien stones. What will you do, God? I am feared.…

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Walt Whitman. Song of Myself 1. 0:15

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I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy. ENJOY MORE A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka ; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories , the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies , the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets ; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com , based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy .…

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R. S. Thomas. On the Farm. 0:15

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There was Dai Puw. He was no good. They put him in the fields to dock swedes, And took the knife from him, when he came home At late evening with a grin Like the slash of a knife on his face. There was Llew Puw, and he was no good. Every evening after the ploughing With the big tractor he would sit in his chair, And stare into the tangled fire garden, Opening his slow lips like a snail. There was Huw Puw, too. What shall I say? I have heard him whistling in the hedges On and on, as though winter Would never again leave those fields, And all the trees were deformed. And lastly there was the girl; Beauty under some spell of the beast. Her pale face was the lantern By which they read in life’s dark book The shrill sentence: God is love. ENJOY MORE A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka ; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories , the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies , the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets ; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com , based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy .…

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Theocritus. From Idyll I. 0:15

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In addition there is fashioned there an ancient fisherman and a rock, a rugged rock, on which with might and main the old man poises a great net for the cast as one who puts his whole heart into it. One would say that he was fishing with the full strength of his limbs so big do his muscles stand out about the neck. Gray-haired though he be, he has the strength of a young man. Now, separated from the sea-broken old man by a narrow interval is a vineyard heavy with fire-red clusters, and on a rude wall sits a small boy guarding them. Round him two she-foxes are skulking. One goes the length of the vine-rows to eat the grapes while the other brings all her cunning to bear, by what has been set down, vowing she will never quit the lad until she leaves him bare and breakfastless. But the boy is plaiting a pretty cage of locust stalks and asphodel, fitting the reeds and cares less for his scrip and the vines than he takes delight in his plaiting. All about the cup is draped the mild acanthus a miracle of varied work, a thing for you to marvel at. I paid a Caledonian ferryman a goat and a great white cream-cheese for the bowl. It is still virgin to me, its lip has never touched mine. To gain my desire, I would gladly give this cup if you, my friend, will sing for me that delightful song. I hold nothing back. Begin, my friend, for you cannot, you may be sure, take your song, which drives all things out of mind, with you to the other world. ENJOY MORE A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka ; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories , the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies , the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets ; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com , based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy .…

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Stephen Spender. The Truly Great. 0:15

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I think continually of those who were truly great. Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history Through corridors of light, where the hours are suns, Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition Was that their lips, still touched with fire, Should tell of the Spirit, clothed from head to foot in song. And who hoarded from the Spring branches The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms. What is precious, is never to forget The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth. Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light Nor its grave evening demand for love. Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother With noise and fog, the flowering of the spirit. Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields, See how these names are fêted by the waving grass And by the streamers of white cloud And whispers of wind in the listening sky. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre. Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun And left the vivid air signed with their honour. ENJOY MORE A small island encircled by formidable oceans, Sri Lanka is a mystery to many: remote, hard to place; a well-kept secret. The Ceylon Press seeks to make its complicated story more accessible. The Press publishes a range of podcasts including The History Of Sri Lanka ; the off-grid Jungle Diaries podcast; Island Stories , the podcast that explores what makes Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan; Archaeologies , the blank verse diaries of an occasional hermit; as well as Poetry from The Jungles’ two podcasts, 101 Poets ; and 100 Poet, 100 Poems. All these, along with eBooks, dictionaries, guides and companions can be found at www.theceylonpress.com , based at The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel in the jungle west of Kandy .…

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Kwesi Brew. The Sea Eats Our Lands. 0:15

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