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		<title>Autumnal</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Autumnal by Ernest Dowson, from Verses, 1896 Pale amber sunlight falls across &#160;&#160;&#160;The reddening October trees, &#160;&#160;&#160;That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summer: summer’s loss &#160;&#160;&#160;Seems little, dear! on days like these. Let misty autumn be our part! &#160;&#160;&#160;The twilight of the year is sweet: &#160;&#160;&#160;Where shadow and the darkness meet Our [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2009/10/17/autumnal/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Limerick (III) from Generic Literature by Steve White There once was an X from place B That satisfied predicate P He or she did thing A In an adjective way Resulting in circumstance C Maybe my brain is not functioning entirely properly, being three days from freedom, but I found this poem to be rather [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2006/05/11/post-title/</link>
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		<title>Life, to be sure</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Jon pointed me years ago to this nearly perfect poem by A.E. Houseman: by A.E. Houseman Here dead lie we because we did not choose To live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; But young men think it is, and we were young. I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2006/03/24/life-to-be-sure/</link>
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		<title>Kisses</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Jenny Kissed Me by Leigh Hunt Jenny kissed me when we met, &#160;&#160;Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get &#160;&#160;Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I&#8217;m weary, say I&#8217;m sad, &#160;&#160;Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I&#8217;m growing old, but add&#8212; &#160;&#160;Jenny kissed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2006/01/21/kisses/</link>
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		<title>Lexicographic</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2006/01/20/lexicographic/</link>
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		<title>Boredom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The other day, I decided to try my hand at composing a more modern piece of poetry, but the results were dismal: A Meta-Analysis of Free Verse in Free VerseorOde on Itself by Michael Hoke Imagine &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;how beautiful &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;this poem could have been &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;had you but written it Yourself I was struck today, however, when [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2006/01/13/dorebum/</link>
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		<title>Things Being Various</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2005/12/14/things-being-various/</link>
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		<title>Though it is not Spring</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2005/11/20/though-it-is-not-spring/</link>
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		<title>The Poet of Ceder St.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Never mind the long silence, I have enjoyed Hoke&#8217;s posts and thoughts on Nietzsche. I plan to take some time with him and his solitudes and renunciations. I have recently been spending some evenings with a fine poet named Warren Carrier, father of Wintry-Minded Ethan. Conversations with him have inspired me to try again to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2005/11/20/the-poet-of-ceder-ave/</link>
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		<title>Excelsior!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Excelsior by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, &#8217;mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2005/11/08/excelsior/</link>
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