Category Archives: Poets

And Five More American Poets: Stevens, Swenson, Rukeyser, Lowell and Ashbery

… Wallace Stevens … The Idea of Order at Key West She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused […]

Robert Frost reads The Witch of Coös

… As strict as Robert Frost could be about meter, here he speaks in variations of a loosely vernacular iambic pentameter, and when he reads, taking on the character of the narrators, he adds asides, and makes the listener feel here and now. As the […]

T.S. Eliot reads some minor poems: La Figlia Che Piange, Whispers of Immortailty, Sweeney Among the Nightingales, and Difficulties of a Statesman

… La Figlia Che Piange T.S. Eliot looked all over Italy for a statue of a weeping girl. He couldn’t find her, but then one day a real one appeared. How do you say hello to a beautiful woman? Sometimes you don’t; you write a […]

T.S. Eliot reads Landscapes

… I’ve always liked T.S. Eliot’s Landscapes. I think I first read them when I was nineteen. Later on in my twenties, I bought an LP that had the recording of him reading them, a Caedmon recording. Recently I had the LP (which had been […]

Roberto Montes reads from I Don’t Know Do You

… On Friday night at the Bureau of General Services—Queer Division at 83A Hester Street (a great bookstore by the way), I saw Roberto Montes read from his new book of poems, I Don’t Know Do You, published by Ampersand Press. Anyone listening to Roberto […]

Hugh Selwyn Mauberly

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Cantos 1, 4, and 84 by Ezra Pound

… In the 1970s I bought an LP of the Caedmon recordings of Ezra Pound reading four of his Cantos and other poems. After I no longer had a record player (from the late 80s on), I kept it in a suitcase under my bed […]

Robert Frost reads Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

… … Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near […]

Robert Frost reads The Road Not Taken

…….  …..   Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as […]

If I Told Him: A Complete Portrait of Picasso

… I wanted to make a video poem out of the Caedmon recording of Gertrude Stein reciting If I Told Him. In late May, shortly before it closed, I saw the Stein show at the Met and filmed some of it. You weren’t supposed to […]

The Tuft of Flowers by Robert Frost

… Was Robert Frost chained resolutely to the laws of metrics? “Iamb the iamb,” he said. As strictly as The Tuft of Flowers sticks to form (couplets of iambic pentameter), in the reading Frost changes words: the instead of a in a reedy brook and […]

The Waste Land

….. In 1968 at the age of 19, I was waiting for inspiration’s kiss when I was supposed to be the one kissing it, but I didn’t know that until I found The Waste Land in a used bookstore on a dusty shelf. I thought […]