PODCAzT 113: More winter poems

Well… I went and did it again… and then yet again.  I made a yet another PODCAzT of poems having to do with winter.   I was inspired by the blizzard we just had, and also by requests via e-mail. And then I goofed up the file again and had to correct it again!  It doesn’t pay to multitask with these things.

I’m, again, not going to say what’s in it other than that there are some poems.

There are a couple famous lines, and I make fun of myself at the end so that you don’t have to.

And the description of the wind’s architectural work upon the snow is exemplified by the 5 foot drift outside my front door and the incredible drifts over the fields.

Meanwhile, don’t consult any Babylonian horoscopes.

112 10-12-08 Winter poems

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9 Responses to PODCAzT 113: More winter poems

  1. jmhj5 says:

    THANK YOU!

  2. Elizabeth D says:

    Tomorrow is the feast day of my favorite Saint, who happens to be one of the greatest poets ever. His poetry would make a great podcast!

    Outside of Carmel, it is very, very hard to come by a good homily about St John of the Cross. Every priest knows at least vaguely the story of his life though they might have all the details wrong, and every priest knows at least vaguely his spiritual theology, though they might be highly confused or outright mistaken about it. What a great blessing it would be if this Saint of the passionate divine romance and of contemplative faith in “darkness” were better known and loved.

  3. susanna says:

    Thank you so much. That was a wonderful treat.

  4. Prof. Basto says:

    Oh, winter, blessed season. We don’t have a proper winter where I live, and what passes for winter is very short. Right now, we are in the final days of spring but it already seems as if we were in a very, very hot summer.

    Someone once said that in Rio de Janeiro you have two seasons, summer, from the beggining of April to mid November, and Inferno, from mid November until the beggining of April. And the temperature indeed often seems hellish. When you are inside an air-conditioned space, everything is fine, provided the air-contitioner is potent enough. But once you turn it off or go to the streets, its a complete nightmare. I detest tropical summers.

    Thy walking downtown with a suit and tie in a 40 degrees celsius (104 F) temperature! Those who love tropical summers are either on vacation or crazy.

  5. benedetta says:

    Wonderfully read, and again loved the musical accompaniment.

  6. anna 6 says:

    Thank you, that was lovely Fr. Z…I am hoping that the warmth of your rich voice melted the snow now falling on my windshield!
    God bless!

  7. Bookish says:

    Thank you for this. Made my winter’s day!

  8. irishgirl says:

    Much enjoyed the poetry readings, Father Z! Quite an eclectic selection you had there!
    That last one was funny-was that the voice of Louis Jourdan that I heard? The record ‘scratching’ was hilarious-I didn’t expect that!
    You have such a nice voice for reading poetry—in whatever language!

  9. Thanks for the feedback!