A Paradise of Poems

Camellia Yang
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A Paradise of Poems

Camellia reads classic and contemporary poems from all over the world every week.

  1. 09/24/2023

    Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore

    I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,In life after life, in age after age, forever.Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,Its ancient tale of being apart or together.As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:You become an image of what is remembered forever.You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.At the heart of time, love of one for another.We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the sameShy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in youThe love of all man’s days both past and forever:Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –And the songs of every poet past and forever. BGM by Katrina Stone - Digging Tunnels - Instrumental Version

    3 min

  2. 09/24/2023

    The Course Of Life by Friedrich Holderlin

    You too wanted better things, but love          forces all of us down.  Sorrow bends us more          forcefully, but the arc doesn't return to its          point of origin without a reason.           Upwards or downwards!  In holy Night,          where mute Nature plans the coming days,          doesn't there reign in the most twisted Orcus          something straight and direct?           This I have learned.  Never to my knowledge          did you, all-preserving gods, like mortal          masters, lead me providentially          along a straight path.           The gods say that man should test          everything, and that strongly nourished          he be thankful for everything, and understand          the freedom to set forth wherever he will.

    2 min

  3. 09/18/2023

    Let It Enfold You by Charles Bukowski

    A Paradise of Poems

    10 min

  4. 09/18/2023

    Final Story by Charles Bukowski

    BGM by Aleksey Chistilin - The Story of One Life

    2 min

  5. 08/29/2023

    Clouds and Waves by Rabindranath Tagore

    Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- “We play from the time we wake till the day ends. We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.” I ask, “But how am I to get up to you ?” They answer, “Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds.” “My mother is waiting for me at home, “I say, “How can I leave her and come?” Then they smile and float away. But I know a nicer game than that, mother. I shall be the cloud and you the moon. I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will be the blue sky. The folk who live in the waves call out to me- “We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know not where we pass.” I ask, “But how am I to join you?” They tell me, “Come to the edge of the shore and stand with your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves.” I say, “My mother always wants me at home in the everything- how can I leave her and go?” They smile, dance and pass by. But I know a better game than that. I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore. I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with laughter. And no one in the world will know where we both are. BGM by Nsee - Frozen Lake - Slowed and Reverbed

    2 min

  6. 08/29/2023

    Writing by Charles Bukowski

    often it is the onlythingbetween you andimpossibility.no drink,no woman's love,no wealthcanmatch it.nothing can saveyouexceptwriting.it keeps the wallsfromfailing.the hordes fromclosing in.it blasts thedarkness.writing is theultimatepsychiatrist,the kindliestgod of all thegods.writing stalksdeath.it knows noquit.and writinglaughsat itself,at pain.it is the lastexpectation,the lastexplanation.that'swhat itis.from blank gun silencer - 1991 BGM by Nsee - Bloom

    2 min

  7. 07/10/2023

    Life is Fine by Langston Hughes

    I went down to the river,I set down on the bank.I tried to think but couldn't,So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!I came up twice and cried!If that water hadn't a-been so coldI might've sunk and died.      But it was      Cold in that water!      It was cold! I took the elevatorSixteen floors above the ground.I thought about my babyAnd thought I would jump down. I stood there and I hollered!I stood there and I cried!If it hadn't a-been so highI might've jumped and died.      But it was      High up there!      It was high! So since I'm still here livin',I guess I will live on.I could've died for love—But for livin' I was born Though you may hear me holler,And you may see me cry—I'll be dogged, sweet baby,If you gonna see me die.      Life is fine!      Fine as wine!      Life is fine! Music by Tristan Barton - Full Bloom

    3 min

  8. 02/15/2023

    Australia by A D Hope

    A Nation of trees, drab green and desolate grey In the field uniform of modern wars, Darkens her hills, those endless, outstretched paws Of Sphinx demolished or stone lion worn away. They call her a young country, but they lie: She is the last of lands, the emptiest, A woman beyond her change of life, a breast Still tender but within the womb is dry. Without songs, architecture, history: The emotions and superstitions of younger lands, Her rivers of water drown among inland sands, The river of her immense stupidity Floods her monotonous tribes from Cairns to Perth. In them at last the ultimate men arrive Whose boast is not: "we live" but "we survive", A type who will inhabit the dying earth. And her five cities, like five teeming sores, Each drains her: a vast parasite robber-state Where second hand Europeans pullulate Timidly on the edge of alien shores. Yet there are some like me turn gladly home From the lush jungle of modern thought, to find The Arabian desert of the human mind, Hoping, if still from the deserts the prophets come, Such savage and scarlet as no green hills dare Springs in that waste, some spirit which escapes The learned doubt, the chatter of cultured apes Which is called civilization over there.

    6 min
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Camellia reads classic and contemporary poems from all over the world every week.

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  • Creator
    Camellia Yang
  • Years Active
    2021 - 2023
  • Episodes
    192
  • Rating
    Explicit
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    © Camellia Yang
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