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		<title>First Things RSS Feed - Eric Trethewey</title>
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			<title> Near Dawn</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Dec 1991 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>Tugged out of bed by a dream,
<br>
he enters the world, confronts
<br>
cats stalking the hallway,
<br>
aghast at this early walker.
<br>
The moon, almost full, glows
<br>
on the crust of old snow.
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			<title> At Home</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Aug 1991 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>This morning, early, I wakened&nbsp;
<br>
to a knocking at the pane&mdash;an apple bough,&nbsp;
<br>
fruit-laden, stirred by wind&mdash;
<br>
and rose to the morning&rsquo;s clear gift.&nbsp;
<br>
Outdoors in sunlight, bending&nbsp;
<br>
to the kind of labor that gives back&nbsp;
<br>
more than it costs, I mowed the grass&nbsp;
<br>
and planted a sycamore that with luck&nbsp;
<br>
will rise above most things, outlast&nbsp;
<br>
all else I&rsquo;ve set my hands to do.&nbsp;
<br>
Working this day to the nub, my own way,&nbsp;
<br>
I hoed the garden of its weeds,&nbsp;
<br>
the fragile order of an intention&nbsp;
<br>
added to what nature had to offer.&nbsp;
<br>
I took it. It was mine, though more&nbsp;
<br>
than most have reason to expect.
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