March 18, 2020 • 54 secs
Narrated by James Poem by James Wolner A Sonnet To tell the things these eyes of life have seen Through fifty-two apple-colored autumns and summers and winters and growing springs Some flowers were framed, some thorns forgotten And when my sun seemed sometimes weak and done My shadow grew grey in garden gravels And wanted to run when love came undone Or retreat to remote lonesome travels But your beauty behaves with no boundaries and your light sees my beginning of time while whispering new winds spin all ‘round me Your singing-sweet smiles are rhyming with mine No viking no peasant no lord nor king Have held someone brighter than you my queen
Mark as Played
Popular Podcasts
Dateline NBC
Current and classic episodes, featuring compelling true-crime mysteries, powerful documentaries and in-depth investigations.
Death, Sex & Money
Anna Sale explores the big questions and hard choices that are often left out of polite conversation.
Stuff You Should Know
If you've ever wanted to know about champagne, satanism, the Stonewall Uprising, chaos theory, LSD, El Nino, true crime and Rosa Parks, then look no further. Josh and Chuck have you covered.