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In this episode, I talk about the different types of rhyme in poetry, as well as a little history about Emily Dickinson and her poem "'Hope' is the thing with feathers". The different types of rhyme discussed today include perfect rhyme, end rhyme, internal rhyme, slant rhyme, rich rhyme, eye rhyme, alliteration, light rhyme and syllabic rhyme. The cover art is by Denis Hopkins, a painting entitled "Hope is the Thing with Feathers, my Friend". Here is the poem if you'd like to read along: “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

In this episode, I talk about the use of rhythm and meter in poetry (as suggested by one of my listeners), and Shakespeare's Sonnet 146! The cover art is a painting by Maksim Khrapht titled "Forgotten Soul". Here is the sonnet if you'd like to read along:  Sonnet 146 - William Shakespeare Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, [Fool’d by] these rebel powers that thee array; Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? is this thy body’s end? Then soul, live thou upon thy servant’s loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more:    So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,    And Death once dead, there’s no more dying then.

In this episode, I cover one of my all-time favorite poems, the whimsical Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll, as well as the rich tradition of spoken word poetry and poetry slams. The cover art is an 1871 drawing by John Tenniel, with added color. Here is the poem if you'd like to read along: Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves       Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves,       And the mome raths outgrabe.   “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!       The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun       The frumious Bandersnatch!”   He took his vorpal sword in hand;       Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree       And stood awhile in thought.   And, as in uffish thought he stood,       The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,       And burbled as it came!   One, two! One, two! And through and through       The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head       He went galumphing back.   “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?       Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”       He chortled in his joy.   ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves       Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves,       And the mome raths outgrabe.

In this episode, I offer a different perspective on the well-known poem "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. Listen all the way to the end for a special outro! The cover photo pictures a road curving into a forest. Here is the poem if you would like to read along:  The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost 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 just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

In this episode, I discuss the poem "Do not stand at my grave and weep" and its mysterious origins, as well as the use of the semicolon in poetry. The cover art is a drawing I did, inspired by the poem, and here is the poem itself if you would like to read along: Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die

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