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"You feel right to me," she said. "Like naked on cashmere." Atticus presents a daily poetry reading of all his poems you know and love, and some you have yet to discover. This is a moment to pause. A space for self-reflection. A chance for you to rediscover the poetry in life. We hope it’s going to feel really good — like naked on cashmere. Welcome to your new daily ritual.

"You feel right to me," she said. "Like naked on cashmere." Atticus presents a daily poetry reading of all his poems you know and love, and some you have yet to discover. This is a moment to pause. A space for self-reflection. A chance for you to rediscover the poetry in life. We hope it’s going to feel really good — like naked on cashmere. Welcome to your new daily ritual.
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"You feel right to me," she said. "Like naked on cashmere." Atticus presents a daily poetry reading of all his poems you know and love, and some you have yet to discover. This is a moment to pause. A space for self-reflection. A chance for you to rediscover the poetry in life. We hope it’s going to feel really good — like naked on cashmere. Welcome to your new daily ritual.

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English

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Episodes

“Dreams” by Langston Hughes

10/14/2019
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"Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold Fast to dream For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow." - “Dreams” by Langston Hughes xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:41

There Is An Island I Know

10/13/2019
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There is an island I know I shouldn’t even mention— it’s a fairy tale, you see where no one wears shoes and no one needs to— the houses are hobbit-like with grass on the roofs and the food is fresh from a nearby farm every morning the tea sits steeping on long wooden counters with toast and jams from local berries— the crickets always crick here and the birds call, the kind that make you stop and say, “Now that is a beautiful song”— the sun is hot without a cloud in the...

Duration:00:15:34

She Wanted To Be Rich

10/12/2019
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She wanted to be rich and she looked good on a yacht but I wanted a girl that looked good by a campfire with freckles like sparks to stain the ashy sky. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:23

Somewhere In The Great Landscape of Time

10/11/2019
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Somewhere in the great landscape of time there is a garden growing the most beautiful rose that has ever been and that will ever be - you are that rose, forever to me. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:23

I Have Noticed That All Wine

10/10/2019
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I have noticed that all wine regardless of the cost or vintage tastes the same when sipped directly out of the bottle running naked to the beach under a full and summer moon. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:29

Keep Your Kingdoms

10/9/2019
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Keep your kingdoms give me the open road the stars in the sky the smell of a campfire around the next bend and I will be as rich as any king. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:14

You and I Are Stars

10/8/2019
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You and I are stars met once in the breath of a universe crossed only for a moment as the ebb and flow of dust and atoms. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:30

On Those Nights

10/7/2019
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Today’s reading: On those nights when the thick snow drifts through moonlight and the sky looks like falling stars close your eyes look up tongue out to the gods and feel the cool ash burn you. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:31

The Trees Seemed to Breathe More at Night

10/6/2019
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The trees seemed to breathe more at night. There was a freshness in the air like the world was being born again. Steam billowed from the machine and danced up mixing with my breath. I rode on into the black, leaves scurrying from the tires, startled by this strange one-eyed beast. I always wanted to remember these moments, alone on the road the smell of wood-burning somewhere, and wet cut grass covered with tomorrow’s dew. Fast I’d ride, deep into the ghostly night, wind in my...

Duration:00:14:16

Daughter of Mine

10/5/2019
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Daughter of mine— for your smiles, for your tears, for your skinned knees, and your broken hearts, for the love you give, and the love you find. For whatever you become, or don’t, it is far too late, I love you already, long before we ever meet. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:31

Have You Ever Smelled a Smell

10/4/2019
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Have you ever smelled a smell that brings you instantly back to a moment from your youth? I always loved that feeling. I hope that’s what death is just sitting on clouds smelling old smells. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:31

If I'm Honest

10/3/2019
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If I’m honest, very little in life has compared in immensity or magnitude before or since to the electric and wild feeling of the first time I kissed a girl. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:18

You Wore a Smile and a Scar

10/2/2019
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You wore a smile and a scar in the front seat of an old Cadillac we were two kids chasing sunsets holding on to memories in moments— all the ways you were I wish I could’ve bottled it up that feeling drinking it now that you are gone. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:15

I Woke Before Her

10/1/2019
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I woke before her and she slept on as the sun rose spilling light across our bed she was an angel in my sheets the girl I would draw if given a thousand years and only a promise she might one day come to life. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:15

I Took Her Hand

9/30/2019
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I took her hand, and my heart beat fast as her warmth swallowed me up. A thousand times I’d run this trail but not with her. Her eyes were all that young love should be, and they lit me up in every look. We lay in shooting skies and freckled stars, and promised our love would last forever— and so in our forever it would there in a castle atop of Blueberry Hill, with silver moon rivers and sailing ships. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:03:37

I Wrote Madly In Youth

9/29/2019
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I wrote madly in youth. I wrote because I had so much to see and so much to say. I had to share what I saw in the oranges of the desert nights, the way the drugs made my mind sting, and the pretty girls spun in the youth and dust -- this dream, everything we’d found, it was ours, and would be forever-- it was easy then, the pen and the paper were two cans on a string to the stars, and I wrote what they told me in all the colors they said-- but it’s different now, the purples...

Duration:00:15:48

I Want To Be With Someone

9/28/2019
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I want to be with someone who dreams of doing everything in life, and nothing on a rainy Sunday afternoon. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:02:32

We Aspire

9/27/2019
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We aspire only to live our lives well, to fall into the gentle to and fro of life, and the refrains of seasons and tides rocking us slowly & finally to sleep as old and loved as we can possibly be. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:02:38

There Is No Excuse

9/26/2019
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There is no excuse I've heard worthy to decline a request by a lady of reasonable morals and pleasant company for a skinny dip under a warm summer moon. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:02:50

In The Mornings She Taught Me French

9/25/2019
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In the mornings she taught me French and after breakfast she would paint and I would write and as the spring rain fell on the skylight and the tea steamed from its mugs my heart hummed to the music of the dream we’d found. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Duration:00:02:36