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🗓️ 15 October 2019
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Today's poem is Robert Penn Warren's "Boy Wandering in Sims Valley" -- ready by poet and guest contributor, Maurice Manning.
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0:00.0 | Welcome back to The Daily Poem here on the Close Reeds Podcast Network. I'm David Kern. |
0:09.3 | Today is Tuesday, October 15th, which means that it is the launch day of a book of poetry |
0:14.8 | that I really, really like. You've heard a couple of poems from it. It is called Rail Splitter, |
0:19.9 | and it's by Morris Manning. |
0:21.6 | If you are subscribed to Forma, our magazine, this summer, you got an issue that has an interview |
0:27.0 | with Morris Manning. |
0:28.0 | And last week on the Forma podcast, we also shared a podcast interview that I do with him about |
0:32.5 | this book. |
0:33.5 | While I was with him, I asked him to record a poem that he really, really likes for this podcast. |
0:40.0 | And he obliged by reading a poem by one of his very favorite poets, Robert Penn Warren. |
0:46.0 | Warren was an American poet, novelist, and critic who lived from 1905 to 1989. |
0:51.9 | He founded the Literary Journal, the Southern Review, and he received the |
0:55.6 | 1947 Pulitzer Prize for All the Kings Men, as well as the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in |
1:01.2 | 1958 and 1979. Without further ado now, I'm going to turn it over to Morris Manning, who's |
1:07.2 | going to read one of his very favorite Robert Penn Warren poems. So here he is, Morris Manning. |
1:12.6 | I'm going to read a poem by Robert Penn Warren from Kentucky. |
1:18.2 | Often he wrote about landscapes and scenes in Kentucky. |
1:23.0 | This poem recalls a scene from his youth. The poem is called Boy Wandering in Sims Valley. |
1:34.5 | Through brush and love vine, well-blooded by Blackberry Thorn, long dry past prime under summer's late molten light, and past the last rock slide at |
1:50.3 | ridgetop and stubborn raw tangle of cedar, eye clambered, breath short and spit white from lung depth. |
2:02.4 | Then down the lone valley called Sims Valley still, |
2:07.4 | where Sims, long back, had nursed a sick wife till she died. |
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