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Saturday Morning Words + Coffee
SKB
38 episodes
5 months ago
Having a look at Frank O'Hara's poem Lana Turner Has Collapsed. Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head hard so it was really snowing and raining and I was in such a hurry to meet you but the traffic was acting exactly like the sky and suddenly I see a headline LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED! there is no snow in Hollywood there is no rain in California I have been to lots of parties and...
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Having a look at Frank O'Hara's poem Lana Turner Has Collapsed. Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head hard so it was really snowing and raining and I was in such a hurry to meet you but the traffic was acting exactly like the sky and suddenly I see a headline LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED! there is no snow in Hollywood there is no rain in California I have been to lots of parties and...
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The Darkling Thrush - Thomas Hardy
Saturday Morning Words + Coffee
7 minutes
3 years ago
The Darkling Thrush - Thomas Hardy
Saturday morning words and coffee. Reading Thomas Hardy's poem from a New Year's Day many years ago. I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land's sharp features seemed to be &nbs...
Saturday Morning Words + Coffee
Having a look at Frank O'Hara's poem Lana Turner Has Collapsed. Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head hard so it was really snowing and raining and I was in such a hurry to meet you but the traffic was acting exactly like the sky and suddenly I see a headline LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED! there is no snow in Hollywood there is no rain in California I have been to lots of parties and...