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My LibriVox recordings & my reading journal (solo Litblog).

Forgiveness by John Greenleaf Whittier

LibriVox Weekly PoemLibriVox volunteers bring you 19 recordings of:
“Forgiveness” by John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892).

This was the weekly poetry project for June 2nd to June 9th, 2013.

What some of our readers thought…”The whole poem consists of just a single sentence, but a very complex one, loaded with both independent and subordinate clauses and participial phrases… Following his admirable example of gentle tolerance, I forgive his dangling participles.” (Leonard Wilson);
“Kudos to the poet for writing about forgiveness and mortality in a graveyard without letting any gods elbow in!” (Jason Mills) (Summary by David Lawrence)

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 18s.
You can listen to it now, by clicking the following play button;
http://archive.org/download/forgiveness_0906_librivox/forgiveness_russell_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 19 readers of this week’s poem, is also available at this link.
The zip file size is 7.4MB with a total running time of 15m 28s.
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: David Lawrence
Meta-Coordinator/Cataloging: David Lawrence

Forgiveness

My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
The green mounds of the village burial-place;
Where, pondering how all human love and hate
Find one sad level; and how, soon or late,
Wronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face,
And cold hands folded over a still heart,
Pass the green threshold of our common grave,
Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart,
Awed for myself, and pitying my race,
Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave,
Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave!

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