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Naked on Cashmere

150 episodes - English - Latest episode: about 4 years ago - ★★★★★ - 523 ratings

"You feel right to me," she said. "Like naked on cashmere."

Atticus presents a daily poetry reading of all his poems you know and love, and some you have yet to discover.

This is a moment to pause. A space for self-reflection. A chance for you to rediscover the poetry in life. We hope it’s going to feel really good — like naked on cashmere.

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She Had an Uncanny Energy

March 28, 2020 00:00 - 3 minutes - 9.98 MB

She had an uncanny energy for life thankful for every little miracle it bestowed— and it made her entirely impossible to live without.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

“Leisure” by W. H. Davies

March 26, 2020 00:00 - 4 minutes - 11.1 MB

“Leisure” by W. H. Davies   What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.   No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows.   No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.   No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night.   No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance.   No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes b...

She Wasn't Happy or Sad

March 24, 2020 00:00 - 3 minutes - 10.3 MB

She wasn’t happy or sad, in love or out of love, she was just there existing in the ebb and flow of life— and that was a dangerous place to be but her worst mistake was forgetting to remember there was more.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

In The Mornings

March 21, 2020 00:00 - 1 minute - 8.91 MB

In the mornings she taught me French and after breakfast she would paint and I would write and as the spring rain fell on the skylight and the tea steamed from its mugs my heart hummed to the music of the dream we’d found.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

“i carry your heart with me” by e e cummings

March 19, 2020 00:00 - 4 minutes - 11.4 MB

"i carry your heart with me" by e e cummings    i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear;  and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you   here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root ...

Does The Sun Promise To Shine?

March 17, 2020 00:00 - 3 minutes - 10.5 MB

Does the sun promise to shine? No, but it will— even behind the darkest clouds, and no promise will make it shine longer or brighter for that is its fate, to burn until it can burn no more. To love you is not my promise but my fate— to burn for you until I can burn no more   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

All Life Is A Revolt

March 14, 2020 00:00 - 3 minutes - 9.99 MB

All life is a revolt against death and all revolts are eventually quelled. The question is: in those moments with a rock in your hand and tear gas in your eyes can you smile to the fates stand tall and make your voice heard?   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

On Those Nights

March 12, 2020 00:00 - 2 minutes - 9.75 MB

On those nights when the thick snow drifts through moonlight and the sky looks like falling stars close your eyes look up tongue out to the  gods and feel the cool ash burn you.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

"Out Here On This Very Day” by Prince Neptune

March 10, 2020 00:00 - 3 minutes - 10.5 MB

"Out Here On This Very Day” by Prince Neptune (Cody Simpson)   Out here on this very day We journey further into the illusion Adrift in the great dream Yearning for entry into the severed realm   Do you know that the death of earth soon come? Do you know the progress of destruction? Do you know the strange new topography of the coast?   Life closes in slowly around us And we seek salvation in copulation In drugs And by sunset we ascend Only to find that our minds And our bodi...

"I Have Fallen" by Christopher Poindexter

March 07, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 9.9 MB

"I Have Fallen" by Christopher Poindexter   I have fallen in love many times. Have you ever sat in a bar and watched a lonely man or woman by themselves, their tired eyes shaken, fixed on nothing but the glass in front of them? Can't you taste their sadness from across the room? Those people. I fall in love with those people. To me there are few things more real. Follow Christopher @christopherpoindexter xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Today I Opened A Book

March 05, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 10.2 MB

that you’d pressed— it was orange and red and yellow and small. And in all ways it was our love gone now but beautiful still as the memory of something more.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Keep Your Kingdoms

March 03, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.49 MB

Keep your kingdoms give me the open road the stars in the sky the smell of a campfire around the next bend and I will be as rich as any king.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Tell Me, She Said

February 29, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.77 MB

Tell me, she said, about our house our children our garden about the lives we will have -- but he never could and it wasn't until she was gone that he understood that she never needed the house she only needed the dream. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Daughter of Mine

February 27, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.75 MB

Daughter of mine— for your smiles, for your tears, for your skinned knees, and your broken hearts, for the love you give, and the love you find. For whatever you become, or don’t, it is far too late, I love you already, long before we ever meet.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

I Took Her Hand

February 25, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.84 MB

I took her hand, and my heart beat fast as her warmth swallowed me up. A thousand times I’d run this trail but not with her. Her eyes were all that young love should be, and they lit me up in every look. We lay in shooting skies and freckled stars, and promised our love would last forever— and so in our forever it would there in a castle atop of Blueberry Hill, with silver moon rivers and sailing ships. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

We Aspire

February 22, 2020 01:00 - 1 minute - 1.79 MB

We aspire only to live our lives well, to fall into the gentle to and fro of life, and the refrains of seasons and tides rocking us slowly & finally to sleep as old and loved as we can possibly be.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

I Woke Before Her

February 20, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.5 MB

I woke before her and she slept on as the sun rose spilling light across our bed she was an angel in my sheets the girl I would draw if given a thousand years and only a promise she might one day come to life.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

There Is No Excuse

February 18, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.12 MB

There is no excuse I’ve heard worthy to decline a request by a lady of reasonable morals and pleasant company for a skinny dip under a warm summer moon.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

You and I Are Stars

February 15, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.73 MB

You and I are stars met once in the breath of a universe crossed only for a moment as the ebb and flow of dust and atoms.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

It Rained in Rome

February 13, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.34 MB

It rained in Rome but when the sun came out it seemed fresh like a city made new and the ruins glimmered reminding me that nothing lasts forever not cities not kingdoms not rainstorms.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Hidden Away Above Two Thin Staircases

February 11, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.5 MB

Hidden away above two thin staircases a bed, a desk, and bookshelf, a writer’s paradise the rain would fall and set its cadence to my thoughts the old radiator pumped hot breath forcing my window to be cracked a pinch and there each night I would fall asleep in a melody of cold and hot— wrapped up safe in all my ghosts.    xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

We Drowned Out The Voices

February 08, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.23 MB

We drowned out the voices in our hearts  that our love had run its course, for this night at least the old music played louder than the truth that beat beneath our shirts,  and as the stars melted into morning we smiled at the old stories and left our love hanging in the air as we embarked alone  on our tomorrows.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Have You Ever Had A Feeling

February 06, 2020 01:00 - 1 minute - 8.86 MB

Have you ever had a feeling  there’s more to you than the person everybody else sees a person hidden deep within  the very fabric of your soul—  you must pull that thread unravel the truth of you  and wake within yourself that great giant  you already know  you can be.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Go Forth And Conquer

February 04, 2020 01:00 - 1 minute - 8.55 MB

Go forth and conquer  for the world is small  and you are a giant  and every step you take will make the ground shake  as it rises to meet you.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

To Be Honest

February 01, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.04 MB

To be honest you scare me I’m terrified of letting you in of seeing myself more clearly through your eyes wondering if I’m good enough or if one day I’ll lose you but the truth is not having you at all scares me more than all the other truths of love and that thought makes me brave. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Her Love Came From Deep Within

January 30, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 8.98 MB

Her love came from deep within a calm acceptance of who she was in the world a quiet respect for the face she saw in the mirror. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

She Flirted With Life

January 28, 2020 01:00 - 1 minute - 8.54 MB

She flirted with life and life flirted right back with her,  as if all the universe came more alive just for her and everything felt her glow. It was in the dew in the stars and the colors of the sky— they all shone bright as they could in the hopes to catch her eye. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

We Ran From Beach Clubs

January 25, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.32 MB

We ran from beach clubs  in rain showers  drinking champagne from bottles  jumping into pools in our clothes  and kissing under lightning,  we yelled promises in thunderclaps to never grow old—  and I fell in love  with you  and the absolute certainty  it all would last forever.  xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

I Want To Know Every Part Of You

January 23, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.41 MB

I want to know every part of you,  every scar,  every bruise,  I want to trace the map of you,  my fingers a compass,  your freckles the constellations  which in my heart I will chart  so when I close my eyes  I’ll have you in my stars forever.  xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

There We Were Making Rhythms

January 21, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 1.92 MB

There we were making rhythms Jumping ahead of Earth’s own heartbeat Setting new times to our universe And we drank it in like warming wine We the children Running to deserts Pockets full of magic With whiskey spirits in our souls and our wings Us few the bold The brave trodden souls Tobacco stinging bright our gypsie eyes Kaleidoscopes reaching fingers through our minds To stir our colored dreams Our dusty hearts set aflame By setting stars and shooting suns And here the sparks become our lo...

I’ve Had The Slow Murmur of a Paris Thought

January 19, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 10.2 MB

Oh no, I’ve had the slow murmur of a Paris thought, the kind that won’t leave until well after a month-long-week of rosé, cafés, and sunsets on the Seine.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com

"Paris in Spring” by Sara Teasdale

January 18, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 10.5 MB

"Paris in Spring” by Sara Teasdale   The city's all a-shining  Beneath a fickle sun,  A gay young wind's a-blowing,  The little shower is done.  But the rain-drops still are clinging  And falling one by one --  Oh it's Paris, it's Paris,  And spring-time has begun.   I know the Bois is twinkling  In a sort of hazy sheen,  And down the Champs the gray old arch  Stands cold and still between.  But the walk is flecked with sunlight  Where the great acacias lean,  Oh it's Paris, i...

There Is No Safer Place

January 17, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 10 MB

There is no safer place I know than tucked in a corner of a café in Paris with a bottle of rosé and an afternoon to spare.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com

In The Mornings

January 16, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.6 MB

In the mornings she taught me French and after breakfast she would paint  and I would write and as the spring rain fell on the skylight  and the tea steamed from its mugs my heart hummed  to the music of the dream  we’d found.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com

The Way You Flirt with Paris

January 15, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.74 MB

The way you flirt with Paris I am forgotten left in the spinning blossom of your love— and all I can do is watch you both and smile as the gardens bloom. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com  

"Fourth Caprice in Montparnasse" by TS Eliot

January 14, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 10.7 MB

"Fourth Caprice in Montparnasse" by TS Eliot   We turn the corner of the street  And again  Here is a landscape grey with rain  On black umbrellas, waterproofs,  And dashing from the slated roofs  Into a mass of mud and sand.  Behind a row of blackened trees.  The dripping plastered houses stand  Like mendicants without regrets  For unpaid debts  Hand in pocket, undecided,  Indifferent if derided.    Among such scattered thoughts as these  We turn the corner of the street;  ...

Give Me A Room In Paris

January 13, 2020 01:00 - 12 minutes - 18.6 MB

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme PARIS and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx   For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast. Today, we’re starting off with “Give Me A Room In Paris.” Xx   Give me a room in Paris the smaller, the better and it must...

Poetry To Me

January 12, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 2.44 MB

Poetry to me is stumbling in the dark searching for the right words to describe the feeling I get when she smiles while she sleeps.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com

"Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost

January 11, 2020 01:00 - 4 minutes - 10.9 MB

“Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost   I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.   I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.   I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street,   But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further sti...

The Sunset Raged

January 10, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 9.93 MB

The sunset raged in its gentle fury a four-horsed apocalypse charging toward us huddled on a beach in woolen blankets singing songs on a ukulele to the ever-riding doom of dark.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com

I Have Seen Your Darkest Nights

January 08, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 10 MB

I have seen your darkest nights  and brightest days and I want you to know that I will be here forever loving you in dusk. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com

"Meeting at Midnight” by Robert Browning

January 07, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 10.5 MB

The grey sea and the long black land;  And the yellow half-moon large and low;  And the startled little waves that leap  In fiery ringlets from their sleep,  As I gain the cove with pushing prow,  And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.    Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;  Three fields to cross till a farm appears;  A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch  And blue spurt of a lighted match,  And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,  Than the two hearts beating e...

My Sweet Darling

January 06, 2020 01:00 - 11 minutes - 17.9 MB

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme DARKNESS and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast.   Today, we’re starting off with “My Sweet Darling.” Xx   My sweet darling, all these tears, this hurt, the pain in you...

I Have Noticed

January 05, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 10.3 MB

I have noticed through careful observation that you look your best soaked in champagne under fireworks dancing in the rain.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com

"Sometimes I Sit” by Christopher Poindexter

January 04, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 10 MB

"Sometimes I Sit” by Christopher Poindexter   sometimes i sit alone beneath the stars and think of the galaxies inside of my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that i am   Follow Christopher Poindexter @christopherpoindexter   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com

Sometimes We Feed The Hurt

January 03, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 10.1 MB

Sometimes we feed the hurt inside us like a wild bear on a chain just to see how angry we can make it before letting it go.   xx Atticus @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com

“Thunderstorms” by W. H. Davies

January 02, 2020 01:00 - 3 minutes - 10.2 MB

“Thunderstorms” by W. H. Davies   My mind has thunderstorms, That brood for heavy hours: Until they rain me words, My thoughts are drooping flowers And sulking, silent birds.   Yet come, dark thunderstorms, And brood your heavy hours; For when you rain me words, My thoughts are dancing flowers And joyful singing birds.    xx Atticus @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com

She Was A Storm

January 01, 2020 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.73 MB

She was a storm the kind of girl you needed to lose yourself to find somewhere up half a bottle of whiskey and down half the moon of sky. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com

"Do It All And Do It Now Baby” by Prince Neptune

December 31, 2019 01:00 - 2 minutes - 9.58 MB

"Do It All And Do It Now Baby” by Prince Neptune   O delicate young woman you Listen here and listen close Run into the balmy night Singing with boisterous delight For someday you will lay to rest Beside your tired prince   Follow Prince Neptune @princeneptunepoet xx Atticus   @atticuspoetry  www.atticuspoetry.com

Leave Her Wild

December 30, 2019 04:14 - 10 minutes - 16.8 MB

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme WILD and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast.   What of the firefly, the one I love to chase? The old man smiled Love her he said but leave her wild, and the old oak tre...