Imperfect Speech

Poetry from the Chest

35 min · 14 mei 2026
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Readings from Rudyard Kipling (If..), Robert Frost (The Road Less Traveled), Phillis Wheatley (On Virtue), and William Allen Dromgoole (The Bridge Builder). Special thanks to my guest Ilias Shepherd Marrow [https://substack.com/profile/41212028-ilias-shepherd-marrow]. Thank you 🥰Eldridge Brown 🥰 [https://substack.com/profile/390778071-eldridge-brown], Lila Cave-Park [https://substack.com/profile/431325136-lila-cave-park], and Hillary Marek [https://substack.com/profile/71922665-hillary-marek] for the pleasure of reading your poems. Get full access to Mack Devlin's Imperfect Speech at imperfectspeech.substack.com/subscribe [https://imperfectspeech.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

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Down in the Valley

Down in the valley, in the valley so low, In the place where the cold wind blows Night birds sing softly in the ancient pines, I keep your heart here, still close to mine. Moon in the night sky, pale silver and blue, Heaven only knows how much I loved you. You could send me a letter, send it by mail, Send for me, when your body starts to fail. Down in the valley, hear the wind sigh, Carry my sorrow, carry my cry. If you don’t love me, then love who you please, Or throw your arms ’round me, give my heart ease. Leaves in the forest, whisper to me, Tell me why our two hearts still bleed. If she reaches heaven before I do, Dig me a hole and pull me on through. Kiss me, my darling, kiss me goodnight, Hold me softly until the morning light, Lay me down easy, lay me down slow, Sing me a song as I’m laid down low. Down in the valley, hear the wind sigh, Carry my sorrow, carry my cry. If you don’t love me, then love who you please, Or throw your arms ’round me, give my heart ease. Build me a cabin on the edge of that hill, Near the mountain where she lives still. I pray to the Lord, Lord hear my plea, Let her come back one last time for me. Down in the valley, the valley so low, Rivers keep moving, endless as they go. Even when silence haunts this plain, Love lingers softly calling my name. Down in the valley, hear the wind sigh, Carry my sorrow, carry my cry. If you don’t love me, then love who you please, Or throw your arms ’round me, give my heart ease. Get full access to Mack Devlin's Imperfect Speech at imperfectspeech.substack.com/subscribe [https://imperfectspeech.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

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