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		<title>Words From A Totem Animal by W.S. Merwin</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 23:59:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Friends are leaving. It seems I&#8217;m here still. The one who gets left behind, or the one who stays. Either way, you know how that feels like. Words From A Totem Animal W.S. Merwin Distance is where we were but empty of us and ahead of me lying out in the rushes thinking even the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=readalittlepoetry.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1500619&amp;post=1960&amp;subd=readalittlepoetry&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Tarantulas on the Lifebuoy by Thomas Lux</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 06:58:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sick to my bones again. I don&#8217;t know where it came from, or how it happened, but suddenly I am out of breath, feeling cold, so cold. It&#8217;s like I took a tumble off a cliff, and I am falling, still falling, for a hundred years, universes. A friend wrote me: maybe it&#8217;s a physical [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=readalittlepoetry.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1500619&amp;post=1920&amp;subd=readalittlepoetry&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>If I Could Tell You by W.H. Auden</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 17:03:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thank you, M. I love Auden, too. If I Could Tell You W.H. Auden Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=readalittlepoetry.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1500619&amp;post=1957&amp;subd=readalittlepoetry&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Problem by Richard Siken</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 02:21:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A poem within my grasp last night, in my dreams. I struggled to rise; I must write it, I said. Awake, I grasp for words. For air. The Problem Richard Siken The problem (if there was one) was simply a problem with the question. He wants to paint a bird, needs to, and the problem [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=readalittlepoetry.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1500619&amp;post=1953&amp;subd=readalittlepoetry&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Up by Margaret Atwood</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 11:01:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I could get lost in the future, yes. I would like that. Much healthier than the past, where I drown again and again. Up Margaret Atwood You wake up filled with dread. There seems no reason for it. Morning light sifts through the window, there is birdsong, you can&#8217;t get out of bed. It&#8217;s something [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=readalittlepoetry.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1500619&amp;post=1935&amp;subd=readalittlepoetry&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Consolation by Wislawa Szymborska</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 06:39:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Where has the month gone? I feel like I&#8217;m just resurfacing. Consolation Wislawa Szymborska Darwin. They say he read novels to relax, But only certain kinds: nothing that ended unhappily. If anything like that turned up, enraged, he flung the book into the fire. True or not, I’m ready to believe it. Scanning in his [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=readalittlepoetry.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1500619&amp;post=1933&amp;subd=readalittlepoetry&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? by A.E. Housman</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 19:59:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thinking of Etta. Ah, heartache. I spent the better part of yesterday listening to your voice while I nurse a memory. He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? A.E. Housman He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=readalittlepoetry.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1500619&amp;post=1931&amp;subd=readalittlepoetry&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Not Yet by Jane Hirshfield</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 22:02:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today my parents are celebrating their twenty-ninth year of marriage. I look at them and can&#8217;t believe they&#8217;re still fooling themselves. My father&#8217;s fingers, devoid of a ring. My mother&#8217;s gaze, unfeeling. Not Yet Jane Hirshfield Morning of buttered toast; of coffee, sweetened, with milk. Out of the window, snow-spruces step from their cobwebs. Flurry [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=readalittlepoetry.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1500619&amp;post=1929&amp;subd=readalittlepoetry&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>In Another Country by Lynda Hull</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 08:57:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Been up all night. Wrote a letter to a friend a few days ago. She asked me, what does he look like from behind, the man you love? I drew your naked back. The little indentation here, where my kisses always land. The small slope here, where I rest my cheek. Your nape. Your hair. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=readalittlepoetry.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1500619&amp;post=1927&amp;subd=readalittlepoetry&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>My Heart Was Full by Stevie Smith</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 19:16:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I dreamt of you last night. That hasn&#8217;t happened in awhile. I didn&#8217;t want to wake up. My Heart Was Full Stevie Smith My heart was full of softening showers, I used to swing like this for hours, I did not care for war or death, I was glad to draw my breath. Filed under: [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=readalittlepoetry.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1500619&amp;post=1925&amp;subd=readalittlepoetry&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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