Eros Tyrannos read by David Hart

Eros Tyrannos read by David Hart
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Eros Tyrannos read by David Hart
She fears him, and will always ask
What fated her to choose him;
She meets in his engaging mask
All reason to refuse him.
But what she meets and what she fears
Are less than are the downward years,
Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs
Of age, were she to lose him.

Between a blurred sagacity
That once had power to sound him,
And Love, that will not let him be
The Judas that she found him,
Her pride assuages her almost
As if it were alone the cost--
He sees that he will not be lost,
And waits, and looks around him.

A sense of ocean and old trees
Envelops and allures him;
Tradition, touching all he sees,
Beguiles and reassures him.
And all her doubts of what he says
Are dimmed by what she knows of days,
Till even Prejudice delays
And fades, and she secures him.

The falling leaf inaugurates
The reign of her confusion;
The pounding wave reverberates
The dirge of her illusion.
And Home, where passion lived and died,
Becomes a place where she can hide,
While all the town and harbor side
Vibrate with her seclusion.

We tell you, tapping on our brows,
The story as it should be,
As if the story of a house
Were told, or ever could be.
We'll have no kindly veil between
Her visions and those we have seen--
As if we guessed what hers have been,
Or what they are or would be.

Meanwhile we do no harm, for they
That with a god have striven,
Not hearing much of what we say,
Take what the god has given.
Though like waves breaking it may be,
Or like a changed familiar tree,
Or like a stairway to the sea,
Where down the blind are driven.

Edwin Arlington Robinson

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A reading of Ahimsa by David Hart

A reading of Ahimsa by David Hart
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Reading by David Hart

~Ligneous rover
of arborescent
columns~~

~Your twitching
hirsute tail~~

Scratchclawing
perfervidly
up and down~~~

Tickling trees' sides
into laughter~~~

Eyes ebony peering
from your skyward lair.

Pilose pirate
nibblemunching
your forsesty pelf~~

~Dainty adroit hands,
secreting away your cache
of daily treasures.
©David Hart 2006

अड़ सुम Daybreak

Day break. The yellowing-yawning sun doth now
Emblazen a jigsaw horizon.
Color feasts of yellow-orange bedizen (dressup)
the once nigrescent/purple sky.

Birds languish in a warm toasy breeze
amidst undulating greenery chirping
their loving ado.

A fat frog primps and cleans
His bug-eyes with his
Wet-winding slimy tongue.

Someones and no ones will ever
Be after one's name,
Nothings and somethings will
Never be in the game.

Perched on a polite park bench
With out a serious care
O, tantalizing life.
Someone in a war-trench
under fire isn't thinking
about military rank.

O, enigmatic life bestead
my some times reticent tread
when I pontoon down the
River Styx.

An instinct to trust
Tends and can go bust,
An instinct to reject
Mayhap a time to reflect
I always want to trust
and always hope for
a love to confect.

The evers will and do say
their nothings
The sames will cherish their
ever present somethings
Anon, one hopes to avoid
all prickly little stings.

Help, caresses, love and fame
Never nothing to be to their name,
Ever something to be their wailing
Claim,
Sometimes ideals erode effortlessly
in the short-lived winds of fame.

Sweta Gives Hart Assistance

Sweta Gives Hart Assistance
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Sweta helps Hart read his Haikoo in Nepalese.
English Trans:
Whirling fan
Tickles
Thrills the
Little vase of yellow flowers.

The wall portrait
Smiling more today

Anupama in the Telugu Language

Anupama in the Telugu Language
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Ode to the Creator by David Hart

Praise to you oh Lord
For the sun, moon and the sky

Praise to you oh Lord
For the lake and forest and
Birds that fly

Praise to you oh Lord
For the beautiful flowers
And the Blessed Glen

Praise to you oh lord
For the courage to avoid
Evil to the end.

Anupama Reads Ode to the Creator

Anupama Reads Ode to the Creator
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Ode to the Creator by David Hart

Praise to you oh Lord
For the sun, moon and the sky

Praise to you oh Lord
For the lake and forest and
Birds that fly

Praise to you oh Lord
For the beautiful flowers
And the Blessed Glen

Praise to you oh lord
For the courage to avoid
Evil to the end. A poem by David Hart

Hurrah!

A Cette Nuit Refroidi par David Hart

A Cette Nuit Refroidi par David Hart
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A Cette Nuit Refroidi par David Hart

A cette nuit
refroidi,
restant
au milieu
d'une mer
des couvertures,
petits chuchotements
percent la nuit
tranquille.

En repos,
le petit enfant
dormi.
une petite tete
reste sur
un oreiller
desagreable.

A cette nuit refroidi,
cet oreiller
languid
caresse
cette petite tete.

Sarah lis A Cette Nuit Refroidi par David Hart

Sarah lis A Cette Nuit Refroidi par David Hart
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Elle a etudie Francais seulement 6 mois.
A Cette Nuit Refroidi par David Hart

A cette nuit
refroidi,
restant
au milieu
d'une mer
des couvertures,
petits chuchotements
percent la nuit
tranquille.

En repos,
le petit enfant
dormi.
une petite tete
reste sur
un oreiller
desagreable.

A cette nuit refroidi,
cet oreiller
languid
caresse
cette petite tete.

Piano कोम्पोसिशन बी दाविद Hart

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Alaine lis An Infant Sighs by David Hart
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Alaine lis An Infant Sighs by David Hart

Alaine lis An Infant Sighs by David Hart
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"An Infant Sighs" by David Hart

Upright in a crib,
legs akimbo,
an infant sighs.

Windows in the ceiling--a sky light--
a warm radiance
of blues, yellows, and scintillating hues of
pales
corruscating
courteously down upon this wide-eyed infant.

Upright and attent,
legs akimbo,
bathing in
rapturous caresses
of undulating streams
of sparkling light,
two tiny hands hold firm.

Now with toothless
miniature mouth,
wee gums press
upon the pleasure
yielding coolness
of the smooth
plastic crib railing.

Anon,
incomprehensible voices
--muffled and muddled--
ooze through thin walls
to the infant's new ears.

Contented within incomprehension
and delighting in wonderment,
an infant sighs.

Billie reads The Guns of Winter

Billie reads The Guns of Winter
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''Guns of Winter'' by David Hart
Now the powdered chimney's breath
Exhales canescent puffs
Cruel wiley winter blasts harsh
Pummelling all in it's icy sights

Houses grimace grotesquely and eaves groan moanfully
Donning a new set of crystalline teeth

Anon, shivering birds seem hesitant
Swathed in winter's slicing binds

Icily gothic chandelier trees
Their crackly boughs must cleave
Obedient to the will of winter's
might

The crucible cold holds all to
it's sniping tribulations
Pelican trucks gooble up white streets

People hug themselves more these days,
While crunchshuffling along, teeth blurred
clattering in a symphony of spasm grunting cars.
2002DavidHartUSA

Jennifer Reads "Luscious Dream"

Jennifer Reads "Luscious Dream"
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"Luscious Dream" by David Hart
Dream,
Melodious
I recall
A blinking,
Pulsating,
And twinkling
Sky.

Quixotic,
Heaven of joy.
I struggle to
Dream.

Thinking thoughts
Of Harmony.
One can, at times,
live a life
abounding
in selfish
deeds.

Frantic life.
A reminiscent dream of
love--luscious, luxuriant,
magnificent love.

That great havoc of
Love.
My dream.
(Originally written by Hart in Russian Dec 2007)

La Petite Serene

La Petite Serene
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short serene work for the piano by David Hart

Danielle reads "The Joy of Love"

Danielle reads "The Joy of Love"
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''The Joy of Love'' by David Hart

The kissing of the doves in the leaves
The slow dancing moon and the
Star speckled sky
Come now elated the chant of haling trees
Oft incites earth's ancient and serene sigh

You appeared and approached with your
inviting lips
And with you the delights of the world
And all the heroics of the sea's bold ships

And all life's fury didst unfurl

Amidst embraces and caresses of wind
Bathed in tingling moon beams
The ectasies of your moist kiss
Shakes my soul with swooning bliss
DHart2005USA (English version published 2006 July)

Billie reads Issue No. B-1610

Billie reads Issue No. B-1610
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"Issue No. B-1610" by David Hart
Black rectangular, quasi-rectangular, plastic half darkened
Now with shades of gray -- reflecting
White steel stalk of tin
Jutting out to a white sheet

Small oval shape - one third severed sphere
Affixed on the apex of a twin stalk - elliptical

Silver and gray tube with a creviced
Serpentine spine

Sitting staring beaming unrelentlessly
Interminable

Soft muffled tones whirring the concordant
monotone melody of D flat

No remorse or afterthought just base
exploitation of energy.

Trois Oevres d'Art par Hart

Trois Oevres d'Art par Hart
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3 works of art by David Hart

Petit Chien en Voiture

Petit Chien en Voiture
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little dog in car

Paul reads A Bird for Thanatos

Paul reads A Bird for Thanatos
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''A Bird For Thanatos'' -- by David Hart


Confect not that nest for mate and brood! O ebony vestured

inhabitant of air and ground.

Anon ye rest, quasi-supine on bladed verdant sheet.

Requiescat in pace! Requiescat in pace!

Wafted by Thanatos' immutable call, so ye shall rest.

Forever rest silent and still little black bird, ne'er to skuttle

for and extirpate errant creatures vermiculate. Wellaway dear dark

denizen of sky and earth.

Heaven alas wields its' aspergillum of gentle crystaline drops

now upon you--Thanatos' irenic catch. Ne'er to descant from dawn til dusk through fastigated beak.


Upon me now a lauwine of gloom implodes my soul. Requiescat in pace!

Requiescat in pace!


Kowtow do I to the now still indicia of the reaper's jeremiad--summer winds eftsoons, quietly strum a lakh of minimalist monochromatic monodies through trees' indolent pliant branches.


Ywis, nevermore those mercurial fulgurations in Njortr's realms, no more honeymooning in topiaries, unmewed from raptorial paladine pursuits -- forever.

Requiescat in pace! Requiescat in pace!

David Hart USA 2000