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			<title>Henry Howard</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> He raised hell and broke windows, and even worse&rdquo; 
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 A rash, unruly, haughty aristocrat. 
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 If so, so what? He wrote the first blank verse 
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 And some of our first sonnets. And if that 
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 Were not enough to put us in his debt 
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 Deeply and forever, he gave us more. 
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 He saw to it that we should not forget 
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 His staunch young squire, Thomas Clere, who bore 
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 The miseries of battle with his lord 
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 In Scotland and in France, where to be brave 
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 Was to risk everything&rdquo;and his reward? 
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 An elegy to justify his grave, 
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 Praise for his loyalty these five hundred years, 
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 And, rarest of all attributes, strangers&#146; tears. 
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			<title>Ghazal to the One</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> Sun&rsquo;s bliss, leaf shadows, a honeyed breeze&rdquo; 
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 The world as he would have it be for you, 
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 Your faithful, humble, and obedient servant,  
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 One who has no other goddess before you. 
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 The Name, the Guest, the Beloved are all one,  
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 And he, vouchsafed that vision once, bows down before you. 
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 The blessings of friends, the gratitude of children,  
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 The work of your hands&rdquo;a table spread before you. 
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 A fantasy he blushes to mention: the desire 
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 To rearrange time since and time before you. 
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 Another not so foolish&rdquo;he&rsquo;ll wait for you  
<br>
 When he reaches that riverbank, as he supposes, before you. 
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