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			<title> Winter Smoke</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 1992 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>From the stack outside the window&rsquo;s frame,
<br>
White smoke, mostly steam, breaks hard across
<br>
A bright blue square of winter sky.
<br>
It tumbles in gusts, and its knots untie
<br>
Then vanish in air.
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			<title> In A Field Of Weeds</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Dec 1991 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>&ldquo;Man is but a reed, the weakest in nature, but he is a thinking reed.&rdquo;
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			<title>Olive Bed</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 01 May 1991 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>  
<em> &ldquo;There was a bole of an olive tree with long leaves growing <br> Strongly in the courtyard, and it was thick, like a column. <br> I laid down my chamber around this.&rdquo; </em>
  
<br>
  
<em> <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Odyssey-Penguin-Classics-Homer/dp/0140449116/?tag=firstthings20-20" target="_blank">The Odyssey</a>, </em>
  Book XXIII
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			<title>When Lilacs Shake</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 01 Apr 1991 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>Now, in April, when lilacs shake&nbsp;
<br>
in gusts of rain, the crown-like buds&nbsp;
<br>
Waving thick and green on sceptre tips,&nbsp;
<br>
I ask myself: What have we been.&nbsp;
<br>
We two curled tight in winter&rsquo;s dark?
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