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				<title>Alan wrote a new post</title>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 25 Mar 2006 01:48:37 -0700</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jon pointed me years ago to this nearly perfect poem by A.E. Houseman:</p>
<p>by A.E. Houseman</p>
<p>Here dead lie we because we did not choose<br />
To live and shame the land from which we sprung.</p>
<p>Life, to be sure, is nothing [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Alan wrote a new post</title>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2006 11:26:38 -0700</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had the greatest lexicographic moment of my life when I looked up the word &#8216;cromlech&#8217; after reading this poem.</p>
<p>The Cromlech<br />
by Louis MacNeice</p>
<p>From trivia of froth and pollen<br />
White tufts in the rabbit [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Alan commented on the post, Things...</title>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2005 14:15:04 -0600</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have wanted to post something about this for months now. The trouble is that I find it so hard to struggle with Stevens on my own. Where he is difficult to me I can usually find no way out. This poem, though, [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Alan wrote a new post</title>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2005 01:33:21 -0600</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mike&#8217;s posting of the Masters poem &#8220;Silence&#8221; made up my mind to post this Nemerov poem that I just encountered.</p>
<p>Life Cycle of Common Man<br />
by Howard Nemerov</p>
<p>Roughly figured, this man of moderate habits,<br />
This [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Alan commented on the post, Nemerov&#039;s Sweeper</title>
				<link>https://mindofwinter.org/2005/05/04/nemerovs-sweeper/comment-page-1/#comment-339</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 13 May 2005 02:46:09 -0600</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The grammatical stumbling blocks that Mike points out just don&#8217;t bother me too much. I have the most trouble with “dispense their more leaves easily” since its hard to see what meaning ‘more’ adds here. Clearly [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Alan wrote a new post</title>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2005 22:30:02 -0600</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Brian&#8217;s post about the early bird, lovely post that it was, left a small, very nasal fly inside my head who has been buzzing away, demanding a good swatting. This little essay is meant to be a rolled up piece of [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Alan commented on the post, Worms, Worms, Worms</title>
				<link>https://mindofwinter.org/2005/03/26/worms-worms-worms/comment-page-1/#comment-330</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 02:43:31 -0600</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Damn it, Brian, that is a fine post.</p>
<p>Your post makes me realize that what this particular dead trope, nestled in the hay of our minds, has bequeathed to the world is a character.  The early bird. Old fellow. [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2003 06:08:03 -0700</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If one can abide stars that are simply points of light, inert things that don&#8217;t watch us and are no kind of companion&#8212;and certainly this is what we all believe nowadays&#8212;one can learn to adjust to an empty sky. [&hellip;]</p>
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