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The poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson.
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Yakobius Ben Yakobius, mystic of music, plays for you with all the duende of his being.
Yakobius ben Yakobius, a living musical instrument, has lived throughout time. In this concept album, Yakobius takes on the Americana form through the body of some petulant fool. Pay no attention to the man holding the guitar! The Birth of Yakobius - takes you through an 8-track cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. Beginning with the spiritual chants and feels of the Middle East, inspired by Omar Khayyam, and progressing through time. Presented are the poetic works of maestros Edgar Allan Poe, e.e. cummings, and Walt Whitman.
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Podcasts • Poetry
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#2,566 today Peak #23
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Levis/Levis
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November 2007
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December 15, 2007
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:33
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I HEARD one who said: "Verily, What word have I for children here? Your Dollar is your only Word, The wrath of it your only fear. "You build it altars tall enough To make you see but you are blind; You cannot leave it long enough To look before you or behind. "When Reason beckons you to pause, You laugh and say that you know best; But what it is you know, you keep As dark as ingots in a chest. "You laugh and answer, 'We are young; Oh, leave us now, and let us grow:' Not asking how much more of this Will Time endure or Fate bestow. "Because a few complacent years Have made your peril of your pride, Think you that you are to go on Forever pampered and untried? "What lost eclipse of history, What bivouac of the marching stars, Has given the sign for you to see Milleniums and last great wars? "What unrecorded overthrow Of all the world has ever known, Or ever been, has made itself So plain to you, and you alone? "Your Dollar, Dove, and Eagle make A Trinity that even you Rate higher than you rate yourselves; It pays, it flatters, and it's new. "And though your very flesh and blood Be what the Eagle eats and drinks, You'll praise him for the best of birds, Not knowing what the eagle thinks. "The power is yours, but not the sight; You see not upon what you tread; You have the ages for your guide, But not the wisdom to be led. "Think you to tread forever down The merciless old verities? And are you never to have eyes To see the world for what it is? "Are you to pay for what you have With all you are?"--No other word We caught, but with a laughing crowd Moved on. None heeded, and few heard. Edwin Arlington Robinson
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