Audio Reading: “Coming of Spring” – excerpt from “Rooftop Soliloquy,” read by the author

 

Back in 2009 I recorded this excerpt from my novel, new at the time, Rooftop Soliliquy…   On “The Coming of Spring”…

http://www.romanpayne.com/audio/MP3Z_literature-readings/Readings_Rooftop-Soliloquy/MP3_roman-payne_coming-of-spring.mp3

“If You Close the Door” Played on the Classical Guitar and Sung by Roman Payne and Sarah, in 2003 in Hawaii.

“If You Close the Door” (Classical Guitar, Sung by Roman Payne and Sarah) Click to Listen on SoundCloud.

I played and recorded this song with my girlfriend at the time… we were living in Hawaii – in Honoka’a on the Big Island.  That was before I returned to Paris in 2004.  That was before everything….

Free Audio MP3 : “Let These Men Sing Out Their Songs”

Here’s a little song I wrote a while back…

Listen for free :  http://www.romanpayne.com/audio/MP3Z_poetry-readings/poetry_1996-2005/mashenjka.mp3

“Let these men sing out their songs,
they’ve been walking all day long,
all their fortune’s spent and gone…
silver dollar in the subway station;
quarters for the papers for the jobs.”

Version audio gratuite du poème “Les trains souterrains”.

Le MP3 audio d’une version française d’un poème que j’ai écrit quand j’étais bien jeune. Il est lu par le traducteur Aurélien Galateau :

La traduction est très littéral et fidèle, donc il perd pas le sens, mais en qualité de fidèle, il perd peut-être sur la poésie.

— Roman Payne, à P aris.

“Nocturne N°1” Poem, free audio MP3

“Nocturne N°1” – A poem I wrote, and read on audio…

LISTEN HERE :  http://www.romanpayne.com/audio/MP3Z_poetry-readings/poetry_2006/poem_nocturne-no1.mp3ZA

 

Nocturne N°1
My concubine can sleep with the swine.
My daughter can sleep with the elves.
My sister shall sleep in a burlap sack,
With the other there on the shelves.
We were hooked when we woke,
We had arms for each other.
But I yearned to resume
My dreams of another.
Damn thy light
O, quiet night
Took happy bird away from flight
Gave undressed child a bed of fright;
While I remained in candlelight
With this naked girl of the season.
The season was waning fast
Our nights were growing cold at last
I took her to bed with silk and song,
“Lay still, my love, I won’t be long…
I must prepare my body for passion.”
“O, your body you give, but all else you ration.”
“It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene…
A bleeding nymph to leave me serene…
I have dreams of a trembling wench.”
“You have dreams,” she said, “that cannot be quenched.”
“Our passion,” said I, “should never be feared…
As our longing for love can never be cured…
Our want is our way and our way is our will…
We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.”
“If night is your love, then in dreams you’ll fulfil…
This love, our love, that no one can kill.”
Yet want is my way, and my way is my will,
Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill.
Author’s Note: “The first part of this poem I wrote in New York City in 1999. The second part, beginning with ‘Damn thy night,’ I wrote in Paris in 2006.”
– Roman Payne