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	<title>Mind of Winter &#187; Stevens</title>
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		<title>Things&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Sep 2005 20:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nemerov&#8217;s quantification of the common man&#8217;s life brings this poem to mind. (Honestly, it doesn&#8217;t take much to bring this poem to my mind.) Though speech does not enter into it, living seems to be a collection of things, but those things are tricky. The Man on the Dump by Wallace Stevens Day creeps down. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Course of a Particular</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2004 05:33:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Course of a Particular by Wallace Stevens Today the leaves cry, hanging on branches swept by wind, Yet the nothingness of winter becomes a little less. It is still full of icy shades and shapen snow. The leaves cry . . . One holds off and merely hears the cry. It is a busy [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Stars at Tallapoosa</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Stars at Tallapoosa by Wallace Stevens The lines are straight and swift between the stars. The night is not the cradle that they cry, The criers, undulating the deep-oceaned phrase. The lines are much too dark and much too sharp. The mind herein attains simplicity. There is no moon, on single, silvered leaf. The [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sad Strains of a Gay Waltz</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2004 08:05:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sad Strains of a Gay Waltz by Wallace Stevens The truth is that there comes a time When we can mourn no more over music That is so much motionless sound. There comes a time when the waltz Is no longer a mode of desire, a mode Of revealing desire and is empty of shadows. [...]]]></description>
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