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	<title>Mind of Winter &#187; MacNeice</title>
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		<title>Lexicographic</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2006 11:26:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had the greatest lexicographic moment of my life when I looked up the word &#8216;cromlech&#8217; after reading this poem. The Cromlech by Louis MacNeice From trivia of froth and pollen White tufts in the rabbit warren And every minute like a thicket Nicked and dropped, nicked and dropped, Extracters and abstracters ask What emerges, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Things Being Various</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2005 03:40:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Snow by Louis MacNeice The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Spawning snow and pink roses against it Soundlessly collateral and incompatible: World is suddener than we fancy it. World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion A tangerine and spit the pips and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Though it is not Spring</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2005 17:06:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am a huge fan of MacNeice now. Read this poem out loud. He is a poet who has such a mastery over sounds that I often care very little about his themes &#8211; though they are nothing to sneeze at, either. (It is almost embarrasing to love a poem so much that has &#8220;sunshine&#8221; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>London Rain</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2004 05:58:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Brian</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[London Rain by Louis MacNeice The rain of London pimples The ebony street with white And the neon lamps of London Stain the canals of night And the park becomes a jungle In the alchemy of night. My wishes turn to violent Horses black as coal&#8211; The randy mares of fancy, The stallions of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Sunlight on the Garden</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2003 06:39:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Brian</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Sunlight on the Garden by Louis MacNeice The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold; When all is told We cannot beg for pardon. Our freedom as free lances Advances towards its end; The earth compels, upon it Sonnets and birds descend; And [...]]]></description>
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