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The Conscientious Deacon by Vachel Lindsay

LibriVox Weekly PoemLibriVox volunteers bring you 14 recordings of:
“The Conscientious Deacon” by Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931).

This was the weekly poetry project for May 5th to May 12th, 2013.

Vachel Lindsay described this poem as “a song to be syncopated as you please”. According to Wikipedia he is considered the father of modern singing poetry (as he referred to it) in which verses are meant to be sung or chanted. His extensive correspondence with the poet Yeats details his intentions to revive the musical qualities in poetry as had been practised by the ancient Greeks. (Introduction by Ruth Golding)

This project is catalogued at:
LibriVox and Internet Archive.
The poem text can also be found at this address.

My recording of this week’s poem has a running time of 1m 49s.
You can listen to it now, by clicking the following play button;
http://www.archive.org/download/conscientious_deacon_1305_librivox/conscientiousdeacon_lindsay_rn_64kb.mp3″

or feel free to download it in a choice of 3 formats:
mp3 128kb : mp3 64kb : ogg vorbis

The entire project, featuring all 14 readers of this week’s poem, is also available at this link.
The zip file size is 9.2MB with a total running time of 19m 8s.
All the files contained inside the zip are mp3, all with a bitrate of 64kb.

In addition to the readers, this audio book was produced by:
Book Coordinator: Ruth Golding
Meta-Coordinator/Cataloging: Ruth Golding

The Conscientious Deacon

Black cats, grey cats, green cats miau —
Chasing the deacon who stole the cow.

He runs and tumbles, he tumbles and runs.
He sees big white men with dogs and guns.

He falls down flat. He turns to stare —
No cats, no dogs, and no men there.

But black shadows, grey shadows, green shadows come.
The wind says, ” Miau ! ” and the rain says, “Hum ! ”

He goes straight home. He dreams all night.
He howls. He puts his wife in a fright.

Black devils, grey devils, green devils shine —
Yes, by Sambo,
And the fire looks fine!
Cat devils, dog devils, cow devils grin —
Yes, by Sambo,
And the fire rolls in.

And so, next day, to avoid the worst —
He takes that cow
Where he found her first.

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