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		<title>Amalfi by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Laura posted this poem over on Ciao Amalfi!, and I shamelessly stole it to post here:

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		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2010/02/20/amalfi-by-henry-wadsworth-longfellow/</link>
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		<title>Autumnal</title>
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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&#8217;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 love, a twilight of the heart
&#160;&#160;&#160;Eludes a little time&#8217;s deceit.


Are [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2009/10/17/autumnal/</link>
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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 fun. There&#8217;s some more good generic stuff [...]]]></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 have been reflecting on this very [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2006/03/24/life-to-be-sure/</link>
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		<title>Kisses</title>
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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 me!


Dearest Cynara, I have broken faith; come what may, [...]]]></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, what survives,
And once the stopper is unstopped
What was [...]]]></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 I read a review of Billy Collins&#8217; newest [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2006/01/13/dorebum/</link>
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		<title>Things Being Various</title>
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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 feel
The drunkenness of things being various.


And the fire [...]]]></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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