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Recording of Poems by George Santayana. Read in English by Larry Wilson; Algy Pug; Sharon Handy; kehayman; Guest; SkyAlbatross; monkeywraith; Freya Hansen; and Kane Mercer. George Santayana was born in Spain, educated in Boston and taught at Harvard before returning to Europe to spend the last forty years of his life writing. He is primarily known as a philosopher, his five-volume The Life of Reason being his magnus opus. But he also wrote a successful novel, The Last Puritan, as well as plays, essays and poetry.

During his time at Harvard he influenced many of his student including T.S. Eliot and Robert Frost. Of these poems which he chose to collect together in this volume he says, 'What I felt when I composed those verses could not have been rendered in any other form. Their sincerity is absolute, not only in respect to the thought which might be abstracted from them and expressed in prose, but also in respect to the aura of literary and religious associations which envelops them.... In one sense I think that my verses, mental and thin as their texture may be, represent a true inspiration, a true docility.... For as to the subject of these poems, it is simply my philosophy in the making.' (From the Preface) The collection consists of fifty sonnets, a few odes an a selection of miscellaneous poems.

The volume concludes with as essay about Santayana by poet and literary critic Edmund Gosse who says of Santayana's poetry, 'Only in solitude can soliloquies be appreciated, and Mr. Santayana is not an author for loud streets.' Summary by Larry Wilson. For further information, including links to online text, reader information, RSS feeds, CD cover or other formats (if available), please go to the for this recording.

For more free audio books or to become a volunteer reader, visit. Text of the poem Avila follows: AVILA Again my feet are on the fragrant moor Amid the purple uplands of Castile, Realm proudly desolate and nobly poor, Scorched by the sky's inexorable zeal.

Wide desert where a diadem of towers Above Adaja hems a silent town, And locks, unmindful of the mocking hours, Her twenty temples in a granite crown. The shafts of fervid light are in the sky, And in my heart the mysteries of yore. Here the sad trophies of my spirit lie: These dead fulfilled my destiny before. Like huge primeval stones that strew this plain, Their nameless sorrows sink upon my breast, And like this ardent sky their cancelled pain Smiles at my grief and quiets my unrest. For here hath mortal life from age to age Endured the silent hand that makes and mars, And, sighing, taken up its heritage Beneath the smiling and inhuman stars. Still o'er this town the crested castle stands, A nest for storks, as once for haughty souls, Still from the abbey, where the vale expands, The curfew for the long departed tolls, Wafting some ghostly blessing to the heart From prayer of nun or silent Capuchin, To heal with balm of Golgotha the smart Of weary labour and distracted sin.

What fate has cast me on a tide of time Careless of joy and covetous of gold, What force compelled to weave the pensive rhyme When loves are mean, and faith and honour old, When riches crown in vain men's sordid lives, And learning chokes a mind of base degree? What winged spirit rises from their hives? What heart, revolting, ventures to be free? Their pride will sink and more ignobly fade Without memorial of its hectic fire. What altars shall survive them, where they prayed? What lovely deities?

What riven lyre? Tarry not, pilgrim, but with inward gaze Pass daily, musing, where their prisons are, And o'er the ocean of their babble raise Thy voice in greeting to thy changeless star. Abroad a tumult, and a ruin here; Nor world nor desert hath a home for thee. Out of the sorrows of the barren year Build thou thy dwelling in eternity. Let patience, faith's wise sister, be thy heaven, And with high thoughts necessity alloy. Love is enough, and love is ever given, While fleeting days bring gift of fleeting joy.

Publication date 1923 Media type Print Pages 314 (Dover Books edition) (Dover Books edition) Scepticism and Animal Faith (1923) is a later work by Spanish-born. He intended it to be 'merely the introduction to a new system of philosophy,' a work that would later be called, which constitutes the bulk of his philosophy, along with. Scepticism is Santayana's major treatise on; after its publication, he wrote no more on the topic. His preface begins humbly, with Santayana saying: “ Here is one more system of philosophy. If the reader is tempted to smile, I can assure him that I smile with him.I am merely trying to express for the reader the principles to which he appeals when he smiles.

” Moreover, he does not claim philosophical supremacy: “ I do not ask anyone to think in my terms if he prefers others. Let him clean better, if he can, the windows of his soul, that the variety and beauty of the prospect may spread more brightly before him.

” While Santayana acknowledges the importance of to philosophy, and begins by doubting almost everything; from here, he seeks to find some kind of epistemological truths. Is correct, claims Santayana, but is of no consequence.

He makes this claim by asserting that men do not live by the principles of idealism, even if it is true. We have functioned for eons without adhering to such principles, and may continue, pragmatically, as such.

He posits the necessity of the eponymous 'Animal Faith', which is belief in that which our senses tell us; 'Philosophy begins in medias res', he assures us at the beginning of his treatise. References [ ].