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Welcome to my Reading Room where stories dwell and words ignite our imagination.
Rebecca’s Reading room is a virtual space that has been set aside for reading and reflection. It is a place where stories and poetry are given voice.
I am your host, Rebecca Budd. I look forward to sharing these moments with you
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Aug 31, 2023
“Remember” by Christina Georgina Rossetti
S3 E7: Remember by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
“Remember” by Christina Georgina Rossetti is a sonnet that explores the theme of death and the speaker’s desire for remembrance after they have passed away. The poem’s tone is melancholic and contemplative, and the use of the imperative “Remember” throughout the poem creates a sense of urgency. “Remember” is a poignant reflection on the inevitability of death and the importance of being remembered after one’s passing.
Poetic words allow us to express and process our emotions in a unique and creative way. The use of figurative language, such as metaphors and similes, can help us to recognize and articulate our feelings. The rhythmic structure of poetry brings a calming effect to our mind and body.
As I read “Remember”, I feel a connection with the poet. Her words resonate with my experience and remind me that even when loss comes to us, there is a possibility of restoration and renewal.
Photography by Rebecca Budd
Location Granville Island, Vancouver British Columbia
Music by Christian Andersen “Big Passion” Epidemic Sound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/3KZaoOvogC/
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Aug 17, 2023
The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
S3 E6: The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
Photography & Recitation by Rebecca Budd
Location Vancouver SeaWall, Vancouver, British Columbia
Music by Gavin Luke “Finding Melody” Epidemic Soun
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/Xlx96TspQP/
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Aug 1, 2023
Answer July by Emily Dickinson
S3 E5: Answer July by Emily Dickinson
Answer July—
Where is the Bee—
Where is the Blush—
Where is the Hay?
Ah, said July—
Where is the Seed—
Where is the Bud—
Where is the May—
Answer Thee—Me—
Nay—said the May—
Show me the Snow—
Show me the Bells—
Show me the Jay!
Quibbled the Jay—
Where be the Maize—
Where be the Haze—
Where be the Bur?
Here—said the Year—
This poem is in the public domain.
Recitation and Photography by Rebecca Budd
Music by Gavin Luke “Live for the Moment” #EpidemicSound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/hLJIvTnz4P/
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Jul 18, 2023
Growing Pains The Autobiography of Emily Carr
S3 E4: Growing Pains The Autobiography of Emily Carr
Episode 1 Prologue
Forward by Ira Dilworth
Welcome to my Reading Room,
Thank you for listening in. I am your host Rebecca Budd and I look forward to sharing this moment with you.
Emily Carr (1871-1945)
Emily was a Canadian artist and writer inspired by the Indigenous peoples of the Pacific Northwest Coast. Born in 1871, she was one of the first painters in Canada to adopt a Modernist and Post-Impressionist painting style. As a writer, Emily Carr was one of the earliest chroniclers of life in British Columbia. Along with the Group of Seven, she became a leading figure in Canadian modern art in the twentieth century. She spent the greater part of her life living and working in Victoria, where she struggled to receive critical acceptance.
In her biography, “Growing Pains” Emily Carr tells her life story growing up in British Columbia, of attending art schools in London, San Francisco, and Paris, and of her return home to Victoria British Columbia.
This podcast is the first in the series of readings from Growing Pains -The Autobiography of Emily Carr. Today, I will be reading the poignant introduction by Ira Dilworth, Administrator, teacher, editor, conductor. He served the arts in British Columbia tirelessly. Among his many accomplishments, he was the literary executor of the writings of Emily Carr.
Music by Bonn Fields “Tuis” Epidemic Sound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/yLfz5UnfAk/
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Mar 21, 2023
Celebrating World Poetry Day with Carrie Williams Clifford
S3 E3: Celebrating World Poetry Day with Carrie Williams Clifford
March 21, 2023 marks the celebration of World Poetry Day.
This day was established by UNESCO in 1999 to promote the reading, writing, and teaching of poetry worldwide. The celebration aims to recognize the unique ability of poetry to capture the creative spirit of the human mind and to promote cultural exchange and understanding. On this day, people from all over the world come together to appreciate the beauty and power of poetry, and to reflect on its importance in our lives.
Carrie Williams Clifford was an American poet who lived from 1862 to 1934. Born in Providence, Rhode Island, she began writing poetry at a young age. Clifford published her first collection of poetry, "The Widening Light," in 1893 and went on to publish several more collections throughout her career. Her poetry often explored themes of nature, spirituality, and the human experience. She was an active member of the women's suffrage movement and used her poetry to advocate for women's rights.
Quest by Carrie Williams Clifford
My goal out-distances the utmost star,
Yet is encompassed in my inmost Soul;
I am my goal—my quest, to know myself.
To chart and compass this unfathomed sea,
Myself must plumb the boundless universe.
My Soul contains all thought, all mystery,
All wisdom of the Great Infinite Mind:
This is to discover, I must voyage far,
At last to find it in my pulsing heart.
This poem is in the public domain.
Music by Jo Wandrini “Puzzle of Complexity” Epidemic Sound: https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/ctczJjeHrf/
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Feb 25, 2023
Spring Morning by Marion Strobel
S3 E2: Spring Morning by Marion Strobel
O day—if I could cup my hands and drink of you,
And make this shining wonder be
A part of me!
O day! O day!
You lift and sway your colors on the sky
Till I am crushed with beauty. Why is there
More of reeling sunlit air
Than I can breathe? Why is there sound
In silence? Why is a singing wound
About each hour?
And perfume when there is no flower?
O day! O Day! How may I press
Nearer to loveliness?
This poem is in the public domain.
Marion Strobel was a poet born in 1895. She was an influential figure in the early 20th century, and her work was widely read and appreciated. She wrote about a variety of topics, including love, nature, and the human experience. Her work was often characterized by its lyrical beauty and emotional depth.
Music by Benjamin King “Like Clockwork” #EpidemicSound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/uq38LkIbas/
Location: Vancouver Sea Wall, British Columbia
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Feb 19, 2023
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
S3 E1 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” is one of his most famous and beloved poems. Written in 1922, it is a short, four-stanza poem that paints a vivid picture of a traveler who stops to admire the beauty of a snowy evening in the wooded area.
The poem is filled with imagery and symbolism, and its themes of death and mortality have been widely discussed and analyzed. I believe this poem speaks of our connection with time. There is a profound awareness of what it means to be alive within the confines of a finite existence.
The poem is thought to be inspired by Frost’s own experience of living in rural New England. Frost was a farmer and he was familiar with the beauty of the countryside. He was also aware of the dangers of the wilderness, which is why the poem is so full of tension. The traveler is tempted to stay in the woods, but he knows he must continue on his journey.
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” captures the beauty and mystery of the natural world. I believe Robert Frost reminds us to appreciate the beauty of nature. This poem has been a source of inspiration for many, and it continues to be one of his most beloved works.
Please join me in reciting “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
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
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Photography and Poetry Recitation by Rebecca Budd
Music by Francis Wells “What My Hands Can’t Hold” #EpidemicSound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/zzB8lc76Ur/
Location: Vancouver Seawall
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Dec 24, 2022
Is There a Santa Clause?
S2 E20: Is There A Santa Claus?
December 24th Christmas Eve has arrived.
With the last-minute shopping completed, we ready our hearts for this special evening anticipated since the beginning of December. All the plans have been made, the gifts have been wrapped and the baking completed.
All of December has been in anticipation of Christmas Day. And yet, as I look back, it was Christmas Eve that held the magic. The lights of the Christmas tree flickered, spreading a warmth around us as we sipped hot chocolate and waited for Santa Claus to arrive.
Of course, Santa would come.
After all, he is one of the most ubiquitous figures in modern culture. Consider that Santa travels the world in one night, which makes his sleigh the fastest and oldest high-speed zero-emission vehicle in the world.
And everyone knows, or should know, that Santa Claus is a Canadian citizen. Santa’s home at the North Pole lies in an area between Russia, Norway, Canada, the United States, and Denmark. But it was Canada that declared that St. Nick is legally considered to be Canadian. Indeed, it is official. Santa and his partner Mrs. Claus have been issued Canadian passports and a postal code H0H 0H0. Every December 24th, Mrs. Claus ensures that Santa has his passport with him when he leaves the North Pole.
Santa Claus has been with us for many centuries and is steeped in the heart of Christmas traditions. Known as Saint Nicholas or Kris Kringle, Santa’s story goes back into the third century when Saint Nicholas walked among us and became the patron saint of children. Fast forward to the Renaissance, St. Nicholas was the most popular saint in Europe. During the Protestant Reformation, St Nicholas retained his popularity, even when the veneration of saints waned.
In 1822, Clement Clarke Moore gave us the iconic “Twas the Night Before Christmas, that enlivens us with a description of a jolly elf, who wore red, and delivers toys to good girls and boys on Christmas Eve.
Is Santa real? Of course, he is!
There is reliable confirmation that dates to 1897, when eight-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon wrote her famous letter.
You may recall that it all began when Virginia asked her father, Dr. Philip O’Hanlon, whether there really was a Santa Claus. Her father’s answer was brilliant. Instead of responding himself, he suggested that she write direct to The Sun, one of New York’s most prominent newspapers at the time. He assured her that “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.”
Virginia received a response from veteran newsman, Francis Pharcellus Church, a lead editorial writer for the New York Sun. Francis Church, who had seen great suffering as a war correspondent during the American Civil War, was a known skeptic, hardened cynic who had little tolerance for superstitious beliefs. And yet, he recognized the need for hope and faith in society. Perhaps it is when we see sorrow and grief, we are more able to answer a call for affirmation in the goodness of life. For that is what Virginia looked for when she asked whether there is a Santa Claus.
More than a century later, the article written by Francis Church still maintains it standing as the most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.
Join me as I read Francis Church’s most famous editorial written in 1897 – Is there a Santa Clause?
Dear friends, may the joy of Christmas Eve surround you and yours, with love, warmth, and wonder. Together, may we embrace hope and expectation as we enter a new year.
Music by #EpidemicSound under Rebecca's Reading Room Creator License.
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Nov 10, 2022
We Will Remember Them
S2 E19 We Will Remember Them
On November 11th, Canada observes Remembrance Day.
On this day, we will remember the members of our armed forces who have died in the line of duty. Across Canada, there will be a moment of silence at the 11th hour. In the year 1918, WWI hostilities formally ended “at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.”
I am wearing a red poppy, which is the Canadian symbol of Remembrance Day based on the poem “In Flanders Fields.”
On May 3, 1915, Canadian physician and Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae was moved to write the poem after he presided over the funeral of friend and fellow soldier Alexis Helmer, who died in the Second Battle Ypres.
May we all continue to seek peaceful solutions…together.
In Flanders Fields by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
Recitation by Rebecca Budd Music by Calm Shores “As Ice Melts” Epidemic Sound https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/v9whUplstD/
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Oct 31, 2022
The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe
S2 E18: The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe Happy Halloween! On the days of October 31 and November 1, we celebrate traditions that have come to us through the centuries. The ancients who commemorated the Celtic Festival of Samhain would light bonfires and wear costumes to ward off ghosts, marking the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter or “darker-half” of the year. All Saints Day originated with Pope Gregory III, in around 731 when he designated November 1st as a time to honour all saints. Soon, as is the way with legends and traditions, All Saints Day incorporated some of the traditions of Samhain. What was first known as All Hallows Eve, became Halloween, a day where activities like trick-or-treating, carving jack-o-lanterns, festive gatherings, donning costumes and eating treats have entertained us over the years. Fears come in the night and are exaggerated by darkness. What better time than now to recite “The Raven” the poem by Edgar Allan Poe. We find a young scholar reading books of “lore” by a dying fire on a dreary night in December. Lamenting the loss of love, the young scholar is seeking a way to forget the death of the beloved Lenore. A tapping at the chamber door reveals nothing. But the tapping is repeated more incessantly, now at the window. When the window is opened, a raven flutters into the chamber and the perches on a bust of Pallas above the door. As the poem progresses the young scholar begins as “weak and weary,” transitioning to regretful and grief-stricken, before passing into an angry frenzy when the raven says “nevermore” to being reunited with the beloved Lenore. Thank you for joining me in reciting The Raven. The dawn is near, morning is coming, and a new day will come again. Having faced darkness, it is time to live in the light. Until we meet again, dear friends, keep reading, keep reciting poetry, take care and be well. I leave you with these words by Edgar Allan Poe. “To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.”
Music by Spectacles Wallet and Watch "A Little Nightmare" Epidemic Sound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/5u2xjoucP0/
Music by Howard Harper-Barnes "Mysterious Forest" Epidemic Sound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/jR4dVTZ5wr/
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Sep 28, 2022
Annunciation by Helen Hoyt
S2 E17: Annunciation By Helen Hoyt
From “Poems of Life and Death”
LIFE,
The great Life,
Came unto me:
He of old ages,
The eternal,
The owner of all,
Came, and his word was for me,
Calling my name:
And the radiance of his presence shone about me.
With leaping heart I heard his voice
And the entering of his steps over my threshold:
Heard, and was not troubled;
Because it was known to me a long time
What answer I should make to Life.
With outstretched, quiet hands,
With unreluctant face,
I stood before him,
And let my eyes look into the eyes of Life:
And I gave, and delivered up to Life,
Myself:
Utterly.
Yielding me
As one yields and delivers to another
A dumb vessel.
Mighty and splendid is the presence of Life.
By a far road he comes
And travels a great way before
And sways the world.
I trembled to be near his glory,
But with unbowing head I stood before him, (See Note Below)
With unbowing head and proud heart;
Knowing my service that I sh…
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Sep 10, 2022
Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold
S2 E16: Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold
Welcome to September, the month that leads into the brilliant autumn colours and the warmth of Harvest and Thanksgiving. September has a mellow poignancy that reminds us of the passing of years.
Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare brings forth natural metaphors to signify the coming of old age. We move ever forward in our timeline and recognize that “sunset fadeth in the west” comes to all. And yet, it is at the moment we face the inevitability of endings that love becomes stronger, more vibrant, more enduring.
Please join me in reciting Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare “ That time of year thou mayst in me behold”
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth t…
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Aug 30, 2022
Speak Chuckaboo, Slang of the Victorian and Steam Eras, by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene
S2 E15 Speak Chuckaboo, Slang of the Victorian and Steam Eras, by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene
Welcome to my Reading Room! Let’s talk about book!
Speak Chuckaboo, Slang of the Victorian and Steam Eras, by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene arrived at my doorstep a few days ago. I knew that my sister, Sarah, would be very interested in this book and waited impatiently for our meeting on the Saturday following the delivery of Teagan’s book.
Sarah and I have designated Saturdays as our “Book Day” - a special time when we talk about the books that we are currently reading.
Please join Sarah and me as we explore Speak Chuckaboo and and the words of the Victorian and Steam Eras.
The Blurb on the back of the Book
Back in the days of steam engines and mannerly people, a chuckaboo was one’s dear friend. This volume contains slang from the Victorian Era, as well as the Steam Era, which began before the reign of Queen Victoria, and continued into the early 1900s. It combines langu…
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Aug 27, 2022
Go Give the World by Otto Leland Bohanan
S2 E14 Go Give the World by Otto Leland Bohanan
I do not crave to have thee mine alone, dear
Keeping thy charms within my jealous sight;
Go, give the world the blessing of thy beauty,
That other hearts may share of my delight!
I do not ask, thy love should be mine only
While others falter through the dreary night;
Go, kiss the tears from some wayfarer’s vision,
That other eyes may know the joy of light!
Where days are sad and skies are hung with darkness,
Go, send a smile that sunshine may be rife;
Go, give a song, a word of kindly greeting,
To ease the sorrow of some lonely life!
Recitation by Sarah Ahmadi
Photography by Rebecca Budd
Music by Megan Wofford “Little Memories” #EpidemicSound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/UIW71pfe6a/
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Jun 22, 2022
Seeking For Happiness By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
S2 E13: Seeking For Happiness By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
The road leads not down avenues of haste;
But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste
Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.
Eager for noon-time's large effulgent splendour,
Too oft we miss the beauty of the dawn,
Which tiptoes by us, evanescent, tender,
Its pure delights unrecognised till gone.
Seeking for happiness we needs must care
For all the little things that make life fair.
Dreaming of future pleasures and achievements
We must not let to-day starve at our door;
Nor wait till after losses and bereavements
Before we count the riches in our store.
Seeking for happiness we must prize this -…
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Jun 15, 2022
The Spring Has Many Silences by Laura Riding Jackson
S2 E12: The Spring Has Many Silences by Laura Riding Jackson
The spring has many sounds:
Roller skates grind the pavement to noisy dust.
Birds chop the still air into small melodies.
The wind forgets to be the weather for a time
And whispers old advice for summer.
The sea stretches itself
And gently creaks and cracks its bones….
The spring has many silences:
Buds are mysteriously unbound
With a discreet significance,
And buds say nothing.
There are things that even the wind will not betray.
Earth puts her finger to her lips
And muffles there her quiet, quick activity….
Do not wonder at me
That I am hushed
This April night beside you.
The spring has many silences.
This poem is in public domain.
Born in 1901, the poet Laura Riding Jackson authored many books of poetry and prose.
Photography and recitation by Rebecca Budd
Music by Johannes Bornlöf “Ethos” #EpidemicSound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/AhppQ6ysZK/
Location: Burnaby Mountain Simon Fra…
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May 21, 2022
Here in the Time of the Winter Morn by William Moore
S2 E11: Here in the Time of Winter Morn by William Moore,
Thank you for joining me in reciting the poetry of William H.A. Moore. A poet and a journalist, his poetry collection was called Dusk Songs
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love,
I see the Sunlit leaves of changing hue
Burn clear against a sky of tender blue,
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love.
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love,
I hear the low tone bells of changing song
Ring clear upon the air the full day long,
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love.
I hear the bells, I see the changing leaves,
And one lone heart for Summer silent grieves,
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love.
This poem is in the public domain.
Poetry recitation and photography by Rebecca Budd
Music by Johannes Bornlof “Serene” #EpidemicSound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/vFlIclgNCs/
Correction: The correct name of William Moore’s poem is “Here in the Time of the Winter Morn.” I recited it as…
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May 11, 2022
The Flower at My Window by Lucian B Watkins
S2 E10: Lucian B. Watkins was an African American poet anthologized in The Book of American Negro Poetry. Born in 1878 (some say 1879), in Chesterfield, Virginia he was the author of Voices of Solitude (Donahue & Company, 1903). He worked as a teacher and served in World War I.
Lucian Watkins’ passion for poetry was illustrated in a letter dated August 13, 1919 sent to W. E. B. Du Bois which is found at this link.
Join me in reciting the words of Lucian B. Watkins, The Flower at My Window.
The Flower at My Window
Lucian B. Watkins – 1878-1920
O! my heart now feels so cheerful as I go with footsteps light
In the daily toil of my dear home;
And I’ll tell to you the secret that now makes my life so bright—
There’s a flower at my window in full bloom.
It is radiant in the sunshine, and so cheerful after rain;
And it wafts upon the air its sweet perfume.
It is very, very lovely! May its beauties never wane—
This dear flower at my window in full bloom.
Nature has so…
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Apr 4, 2022
“In April” by Rainer Maria Rilke
S2 E9: “In April” by Rainer Maria Rilke
Welcome April with the reading of poetry.
April is National Poetry Month! Spring, with its renewed energy after a Winter’s rest, awakens our hearts to the words of poetic inspiration.
Poetry is one of the oldest creative endeavors – an art form that has the benefit of diversity. Haiku, sonnet, spoken word, epic, limerick, ode and so much more. Each generation adds to the collection that has come through the centuries.
With poetry, we explore our innermost thoughts, feelings and impulses. We experience the world around us through vivid descriptions and the sound of words reverberating within our souls. Join me as I recite the poem “In April” by Rainer Maria Rilke
In April by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)
Again the woods are odorous, the lark
Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray
That hung above the tree-tops, veiled and dark,
Where branches bare disclosed the empty day.
After long rainy afternoons an hour
Comes with…
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Mar 9, 2022
The Lake Isle of Innisfree By William Butler Yeats
S2 E8:The Lake Isle of Innisfree
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Recitation and Photography by Rebeca Budd
Music by Jo Wandrini “Governor Of The North” Epidemic Sound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/VNVXvmgNiu/
Location Charleson Park, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
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Feb 18, 2022
“Not What” by Mary Jo Malo
S2 E7: “Not What” by Mary Jo Malo
Welcome to Poetry in the Evening. I am on a nature walk along the Vancouver Seawall with a poem by Mary Jo Malo.
Please join me in reciting “Not What” by poet, Mary Jo Malo.
Not What” by Mary Jo Malo
Who spoke into being
lily, sparrow,
redwood tree
and galaxies?
Who lavishes light
upon our eyes
and deepens shadow
for rest at night?
Who cries out wisdom,
the way of love?
Who liberates
the heart with law?
Who calls each one
by our secret name
that none but Him
has ever heard?
Who is and has
the first and last?
Not what, but who.
Undying Word
Photography and Poetry Recitation by Rebecca Budd
Music by Emily Rubye “Never” #Epidemic Sound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/cjblCDIu0g/
Location: Vancouver Seawall, Vancouver, British Columbia
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Feb 14, 2022
#WarAndPeace2022 February 15th Update
S2 E6: #WarAndPeace2022 February 15, Update
Photography and Reading by Rebecca Budd
Music by Christian Anderson “Big Passion” #EpidemicSound
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/3KZaoOvogC/
Reading Taken from Penguin Classics: War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, Translated by Anthony Briggs Part 1 Chapter 25 p 114
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Feb 14, 2022
Celebrating Love with Elizabeth Barrett Browning
S2 E5: Celebrating Love with Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How Do I Love Thee, Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Photography by Rebecca Budd
Poetry Recitation by Rebecca Budd
Music by Howard Harper-Barnes “Whisper of Pines” #EpidemicSoung
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/9v0gTSCDUy/
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Feb 4, 2022
2022 is the Year of Leo Tolstoy #WarAndPeace2022 Readalong
S2 E4: 2022 is the year of Leo Tolstoy. #WarAndPeace2022 Readalong
I am involved in a global community reading War and Peace, which began on January 5, 2022 and will end on the stroke of midnight December 31, 2022.
Chapter 1 welcomes us into the drawing room of the elegant Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honour and confidante of the Empress Maria Fyodorovna. It is an evening in July 1805. There are rumours of war and talk of Napoleon Bonaparte.
The detailed descriptions and the emotional conversations that swirled around the room captured my entire attention. I felt a sense of anticipation when Pierre, aka Pyotr Kirillovich Bezukhov, the illegitimate son of old Count Bezuchov walked into the room.
Have you ever wondered what books were in Leo Tolstoy’s library? When not engaged in writing his epic novels, what books did he chose to read? Have I read the same books as Leo Tolstoy did over a century ago? These were the questions that I reflect upon in my January WarAndPeace2022 upda…
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Jan 14, 2022
Welcoming 2022 with Love Song by Rainer Maria Rilke
S2 E3: Welcoming 2022 with Love Song by Rainer Maria Rilke
Photography and Poetry Recitation by Rebecca Budd Music by David Celeste “The Bloom of Her Skin” #EpidemicSound
Love Song by Rainer Maria Rilke (Public Domain)
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
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Jan 8, 2022
Welcoming 2022 With Poetry Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
S2 E2: Welcoming 2022 With Poetry Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Happy New Year!
I love beginnings, a fresh start, a new adventure and promises of open roads and opportunities. Energy, anticipation, and hope are all wrapped up in “firsts.” Oh, the rush of adrenaline as we race into the future.
I am thankful that we begin each new year in the winter season. I seek the winter walks where I meet with silence in the soft snow. As Henry Wadsworth Longfellow penned many years ago, “Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-fold of her garments shaken….:
January is my time for reflection, of preparation for all that will come when the earth awakens with spring rains.
Special Note: Snow-Flakes was originally published on my blog, Clanmother!
Snow-flakes
BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent…
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Jan 1, 2022
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
S2 E1: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost
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
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Dec 28, 2021
Asking for Roses by Robert Frost
S1 E3: Asking for Roses by Robert Frost
Robert Frost once wrote, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” These words are a profound testament to his courage for living. As we enter 2022, may we be reminded of the beauty that comes when we read a poem,
Asking for Roses by Robert Frost
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.
I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
‘I wonder,’ I say, ‘who the owner of those is.
‘Oh, no one you know,’ she answers me airy,
‘But one we must ask if we want any roses.’
So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.
‘Pray, are you with…
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Dec 23, 2021
Celebrating Christmas with Christina Rossetti
S1 E2 Welcome to my Reading Room.
Thank you for joining me to recite ”In the Bleak Midwinter by Christina Rossetti. Several years ago, the Queen ended one of her Christmas speeches wit’s this poem. From my house to yours, Merry Christmas and all the very best of the special season to you and yours. In the Bleak Midwinter
Poetry by Christina Rossetti Music Composed by Gustav Holst In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.
Our God, heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty —
Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom Angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.
Angels and Ar…
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Oct 17, 2021
Rebecca's Reading Room (Trailer)
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Sep 1, 2021
Welcome to the Launch of Rebecca’s Reading Room
S1 E1: Welcome to the Launch of Rebecca’s Reading Room.
Welcome to my reading room, a virtual space that has been set aside for reading and reflection. It is a place where stories and poetry are given voice.
Over the years, I have found reading rooms come in many forms, from a city library to a park bench, a seat on a public transit, a stool in a coffee shop, to a cozy corner of home. Whenever I have a book in hand, I am in a reading room.
Rebecca
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