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		<title>A daily poem #59 – August 10, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 20:59:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>chris hibbard</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A poem
by Shel Silverstein
Cloony The Clown 
I&#8217;ll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown
Who worked in a circus that came through town.
His shoes were too big and his hat was too small,
But he just wasn&#8217;t, just wasn&#8217;t funny at all.
He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes,
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		<title>A daily poem #57 – August 6, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 20:53:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A poem
by Dylan Thomas
A Process In The Weather Of The Heart 

A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.
A process in the eye forwarns
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 08:33:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A poem
by Lord Byron
She Walks in Beauty 
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that&#8217;s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
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		<title>A daily poem #55 – August 2, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 20:52:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>chris hibbard</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A poem
by Andrew Lang
THE BALLAD OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS SELF 
Who suddenly calls to our ken
The knowledge that should not be there;
Who charms Mr. Stead with the pen,
Of the Prince of the Powers of the Air;
Who makes Physiologists stare -
Is he ghost, is he demon, or elf,
Who fashions the dream of the fair?
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		<title>A daily poem #54 – July 31, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 08:33:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A poem
 by T. S. Eliot
Hysteria
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I
was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary
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		<title>A daily poem #53 – July 29, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 01:02:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A poem
by T. S. Eliot
Mr. Apollinax 
When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among the birch-trees,
And of Priapus in the shrubbery
Gaping at the lady in the swing.
In the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, at Professor Channing-Cheetah&#8217;s
He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 01:02:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A poem
by Dylan Thomas
Lament
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey&#8217;s common,
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		<title>A daily poem #51 – July 25, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 01:02:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A poem
by Dylan Thomas

THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
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		<title>A daily poem #50 – July 23, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 01:02:51 +0000</pubDate>
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by Dylan Thomas
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
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		<title>A daily poem #49 – July 21, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 01:02:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A poem
by Dylan Thomas
Should Lanterns Shine 
Should lanterns shine, the holy face,
Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light,
Would wither up, an any boy of love
Look twice before he fell from grace.
The features in their private dark
Are formed of flesh, but let the false day come
And from her lips the faded pigments fall,
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