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	<title>Enemy of Entropy &#187; Poetry</title>
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		<title>Poetry: Jane Kenyon</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 01:57:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Blue Bowl
by Jane Kenyon 
Like primitives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-handed
we scraped sand and gravel
back into the hole.
                               They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feathers
between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.
We stood and brushed each other off.
There are sorrows keener than [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poetry Question</title>
		<link>http://technomom.com/2008/04/18/poetry-question/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 11:08:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In honor of National Poetry Month, the Academy of American Poets has been sending out a poem a day via email to subscribers. I’m enjoying them, but one of them just…
Have you ever found the form of a poem to be so weird that it gets into the way of the meaning? I’m finding that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poetry: Edna St. Vincent Millay</title>
		<link>http://technomom.com/2008/02/12/poetry-edna-st-vincent-millay-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 04:39:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>cyn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wanted to do something different for today’s Thing-a-Day, and I signed up to be part of Live Readings a while back but hadn’t recorded anything yet, so I’m posting this is both (all three?) places.

“What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why (Sonnet XLIII)“
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poetry: Michael Blumenthal</title>
		<link>http://technomom.com/2008/01/29/poetry-michael-blumenthal/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 04:30:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>cyn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For my Sam
A Marriage
You are holding up a ceiling
with both arms. It is very heavy,
but you must hold it up, or else
it will fall down on you. Your arms
are tired, terribly tired,
and, as the day goes on, it feels
as if either your arms or the ceiling
will soon collapse.
But then,
unexpectedly,
something wonderful happens:
Someone,
a man or a woman,
walks [...]]]></description>
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		<title>R.I.P. Madeleine L’Engle</title>
		<link>http://technomom.com/2007/11/05/rip-madeleine-lengle/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2007 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I started this post on September 7, the day after the grand lady moved on to find out what's next. I find myself certain that she wasn't afraid, that she looked forward to a reunion with her husband Hugh and others who had gone before. And yet I, who never even met her in person, was too upset to finish the post or even look at it again for two months.]]></description>
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