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		<title>Poem of The Day</title>
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		<description>A daily dose of poetry to enrich your day.  Please send suggested readings to poem@sonibyte.com.  Powered by SoniByte.</description>
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		<copyright>2006 SoniByte, Inc</copyright>
		<itunes:subtitle>A daily dose of poetry</itunes:subtitle>
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		<itunes:email>poem@sonibyte.com</itunes:email>
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		<itunes:summary>A daily dose of poetry to enrich your day.  Please send suggested readings to poem@sonibyte.com.  Powered by SoniByte.</itunes:summary>
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					<title>Mistrust</title>
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					<itunes:author>George William Russell</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Mistrust by George William Russell

&quot;You look at me with wan, bright eyes
When in the deeper world I stray:
You fear some hidden ambush lies
In wait to call me, ?Come away?...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:47</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, George William Russell</itunes:keywords>
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					<pubDate>Sat, 4 Feb 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Mistrust by George William Russell

&quot;You look at me with wan, bright eyes
When in the deeper world I stray:
You fear some hidden ambush lies
In wait to call me, ?Come away?...</description>
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					<title>I Dug And Dug Amongst The Snow</title>
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					<itunes:author>Christina Rossetti</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>I Dug And Dug Amongst The Snow by Christina Rossetti
 
&quot;I dug and dug amongst the snow, 
And thought the flowers would never grow; 
I dug and dug amongst the sand, 
And still no green thing came to hand&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:52</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Christina Rossetti</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 3 Feb 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>I Dug And Dug Amongst The Snow by Christina Rossetti
 
&quot;I dug and dug amongst the snow, 
And thought the flowers would never grow; 
I dug and dug amongst the sand, 
And still no green thing came to hand&quot;...</description>
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					<title>Still Life</title>
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					<itunes:author>Carl Sandburg</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Still Life by Carl Sandburg

&quot;Cool your heels on the rail of an observation car.
Let the engineer open her up for ninety miles an hour&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:09</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Carl Sandburg</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 2 Feb 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Still Life by Carl Sandburg

&quot;Cool your heels on the rail of an observation car.
Let the engineer open her up for ninety miles an hour&quot;...</description>
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					<title>The Wreck</title>
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					<itunes:author>Albert Laighton</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Wreck by Albert Laighton

&quot;The Ocean sang to my heart last night, 
When I folded my hands in rest,
A tune as sweet as a mother sings 
To the child upon her breast&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:49</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Albert Laighton</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 1 Feb 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Wreck by Albert Laighton

&quot;The Ocean sang to my heart last night, 
When I folded my hands in rest,
A tune as sweet as a mother sings 
To the child upon her breast&quot;...</description>
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					<title>The Wish</title>
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					<itunes:author>Ella Wheeler Wilcox</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Wish By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  
&quot;Should some great angel say to me tomorrow,
&#39;Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:59</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Ella Wheeler Wilcox</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Wish By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  
&quot;Should some great angel say to me tomorrow,
&#39;Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start&quot;...</description>
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					<title>The Prisoner And The Angel</title>
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					<itunes:author>Henry Van Dyke</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Prisoner And The Angel 
by Henry Van Dyke

&quot;Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul;
Love is the only angel who can bid the gates unroll&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:46</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Henry Van Dyke</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Prisoner And The Angel 
by Henry Van Dyke

&quot;Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul;
Love is the only angel who can bid the gates unroll&quot;...</description>
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					<title>The Life Beyond</title>
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					<itunes:author>Rupert Brooke</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Life Beyond by Rupert Brooke

&quot;He wakes, who never thought to wake again,
Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes
Slowly, to one long livid oozing plain&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:25</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Rupert Brooke</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Life Beyond by Rupert Brooke

&quot;He wakes, who never thought to wake again,
Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes
Slowly, to one long livid oozing plain&quot;...</description>
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					<title>Paradise Seed</title>
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					<itunes:author>Kathleen Raine</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Paradise Seed by Kathleen Raine
 
&quot;Where is the seed 
Of the tree felled, 
Of the forest burned, 
Or living root 
Under ash and cinders&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:56</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Kathleen Raine</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Paradise Seed by Kathleen Raine
 
&quot;Where is the seed 
Of the tree felled, 
Of the forest burned, 
Or living root 
Under ash and cinders&quot;...</description>
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					<title>Sleepless Nights</title>
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					<itunes:author>Frances Anne Kemble</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Sleepless Nights by Frances Anne Kemble

&quot;In sleepless nights my sad forgotten lute
Breathes with low strains of broken melody&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:14</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Frances Anne Kemble</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Sleepless Nights by Frances Anne Kemble

&quot;In sleepless nights my sad forgotten lute
Breathes with low strains of broken melody&quot;...</description>
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					<title>The Window</title>
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					<itunes:author>Conrad Aiken</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Window by Conrad Aiken
 
&quot;She looks out in the blue morning
and sees a whole wonderful world
she looks out in the morning
and sees a whole world&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:55</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Conrad Aiken</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Window by Conrad Aiken
 
&quot;She looks out in the blue morning
and sees a whole wonderful world
she looks out in the morning
and sees a whole world&quot;...</description>
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					<title>Luminous mind, bright devil</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Luminous_mind_bright-8083.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Pablo Neruda</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Luminous mind, bright devil by Pablo Neruda

&quot;Luminous mind, bright devil
of absolute clusterings, of upright noon---:
here we are at last, alone, without loneliness,
far from the savage city&#39;s delirium&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:20</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Pablo Neruda</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Luminous mind, bright devil by Pablo Neruda

&quot;Luminous mind, bright devil
of absolute clusterings, of upright noon---:
here we are at last, alone, without loneliness,
far from the savage city&#39;s delirium&quot;...</description>
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					<title>Gibberish</title>
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					<itunes:author>Mary Elizabeth Coleridge</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Gibberish by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

&quot;Many a flower have I seen blossom,
Many a bird for me will sing.
Never heard I so sweet a singer,
Never saw I so fair a thing&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:52</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Mary Elizabeth Coleridge</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Gibberish by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

&quot;Many a flower have I seen blossom,
Many a bird for me will sing.
Never heard I so sweet a singer,
Never saw I so fair a thing&quot;...</description>
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					<title>Warm are the Still and Lucky Miles </title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Warm_are_the_Still_and-8081.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>W H Auden</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Warm are the Still and Lucky Miles 
by W H Auden

&quot;Warm are the still and lucky miles,
White shores of longing stretch away,
A light of recognition fills
    The whole great day, and bright
The tiny world of lovers&#39; arms&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:18</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, W H Auden</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Warm are the Still and Lucky Miles 
by W H Auden

&quot;Warm are the still and lucky miles,
White shores of longing stretch away,
A light of recognition fills
    The whole great day, and bright
The tiny world of lovers&#39; arms&quot;...</description>
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					<title>A Chorus</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Chorus-8080.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Elizabeth Jennings</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Chorus by Elizabeth Jennings

&quot;Over the surging tides and the mountain kingdoms,
Over the pastoral valleys and the meadows,
Over the cities with their factory darkness&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:48</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Elizabeth Jennings</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>A Chorus by Elizabeth Jennings

&quot;Over the surging tides and the mountain kingdoms,
Over the pastoral valleys and the meadows,
Over the cities with their factory darkness&quot;...</description>
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					<title>The Prisoners</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Prisoners-8079.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Robert Hayden</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Prisoners by Robert Hayden

&quot;Steel doors ? guillotine gates ? 
of the doorless house closed massively.
We were locked in with loss&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:18</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Robert Hayden</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Prisoners by Robert Hayden

&quot;Steel doors ? guillotine gates ? 
of the doorless house closed massively.
We were locked in with loss&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Glow-Worm</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_GlowWorm-8078.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Charlotte Smith</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Glow-Worm by Charlotte Smith

&quot;When on some balmy-breathing night of Spring
The happy child, to whom the world is new,
Pursues the evening moth, of mealy wing&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:22</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Charlotte Smith</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Glow-Worm by Charlotte Smith

&quot;When on some balmy-breathing night of Spring
The happy child, to whom the world is new,
Pursues the evening moth, of mealy wing&quot;...</description>
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					<title>Longing</title>
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					<itunes:author>Matthew Arnold</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Longing by Matthew Arnold

&quot;Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:10</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Matthew Arnold</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Longing by Matthew Arnold

&quot;Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day&quot;...</description>
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					<title>A Night Thought</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Night_Thought-8058.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>William Wordsworth</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Night Thought by William Wordsworth

&quot;Lo! where the Moon along the sky
Sails with her happy destiny;
Oft is she hid from mortal eye
Or dimly seen&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:14</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, William Wordsworth</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>A Night Thought by William Wordsworth

&quot;Lo! where the Moon along the sky
Sails with her happy destiny;
Oft is she hid from mortal eye
Or dimly seen&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Laggard</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Laggard-8057.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Margaret Widdemer</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Laggard by Margaret Widdemer

&quot;My mind is very swift and gay; 
She flutters to and fro, 
She knows a thousand things to play, 
A thousand roads to go&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:46</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Margaret Widdemer</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Laggard by Margaret Widdemer

&quot;My mind is very swift and gay; 
She flutters to and fro, 
She knows a thousand things to play, 
A thousand roads to go&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>What if you slept ... </title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/What_if_you_slept-8056.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Samuel Taylor Coleridge</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>What if you slept ... 
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

&quot;What if you slept 
And what if 
In your sleep 
You dreamed 
And what if 
In your dream 
You went to heaven 
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower 
And what if 
When you awoke 
You had that flower in your hand 
Ah, what then?&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:47</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Samuel Taylor Coleridge</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>What if you slept ... 
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

&quot;What if you slept 
And what if 
In your sleep 
You dreamed 
And what if 
In your dream 
You went to heaven 
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower 
And what if 
When you awoke 
You had that flower in your hand 
Ah, what then?&quot;</description>
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				<item>
					<title>The Worst And The Best</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Worst_And_The_Best-8055.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Charles Bukowski</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Worst And The Best by Charles Bukowski

&quot;in the hospitals and jails  
it&#39;s the worst
in madhouses
it&#39;s the worst
in penthouses 
it&#39;s the worst
in skid row flophouses
it&#39;s the worst&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:01</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Charles Bukowski</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Worst And The Best by Charles Bukowski

&quot;in the hospitals and jails  
it&#39;s the worst
in madhouses
it&#39;s the worst
in penthouses 
it&#39;s the worst
in skid row flophouses
it&#39;s the worst&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>The Bee is not afraid of me</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Bee_is_not_afraid-8054.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Emily Dickinson</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Bee is not afraid of me. by Emily Dickinson

&quot;The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially --

The Brooks laugh louder when I come --
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer&#39;s Day?&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:45</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Emily Dickinson</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Bee is not afraid of me. by Emily Dickinson

&quot;The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially --

The Brooks laugh louder when I come --
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer&#39;s Day?&quot;</description>
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				<item>
					<title>The Quest</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Quest-8053.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Laura Benet</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Quest by Laura Benet

&quot;I am seeking for my pool.
It lies among the heather,
Where misty mountains gather
Still and cool&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:14</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Laura Benet</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Quest by Laura Benet

&quot;I am seeking for my pool.
It lies among the heather,
Where misty mountains gather
Still and cool&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>I threw my arms about those shoulders</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/I_threw_my_arms_about-8052.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Joseph Brodsky</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>I threw my arms about those shoulders by Joseph Brodsky

&quot;I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing
at what emerged behind that back,
and saw a chair pushed slightly forward,
merging now with the lighted wall&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:15</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Joseph Brodsky</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>I threw my arms about those shoulders by Joseph Brodsky

&quot;I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing
at what emerged behind that back,
and saw a chair pushed slightly forward,
merging now with the lighted wall&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Mysterious Doings</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Mysterious_Doings-8032.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Eugene Field</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Mysterious Doings by Eugene Field

&quot;As once I rambled in the woods
 I chanced to spy amid the brake
A huntsman ride his way beside
 A fair and passing tranquil lake&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:38</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Eugene Field</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Mysterious Doings by Eugene Field

&quot;As once I rambled in the woods
 I chanced to spy amid the brake
A huntsman ride his way beside
 A fair and passing tranquil lake&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>My Jealousy</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/My_Jealousy-8031.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Patience Worth</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>My Jealousy by Patience Worth

&quot;I would that sorrow were not
A common lot. I would that she
Might never fellow with all creation&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:48</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Patience Worth</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>My Jealousy by Patience Worth

&quot;I would that sorrow were not
A common lot. I would that she
Might never fellow with all creation&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Blue Ridge</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Blue_Ridge-8030.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Harriet Monroe</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Blue Ridge by Harriet Monroe

&quot;Still and calm, 
In purple robes of kings, 
The low-lying mountains sleep at the edge of the world. 
The forests cover them like mantles&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:53</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Harriet Monroe</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Mon, 9 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Blue Ridge by Harriet Monroe

&quot;Still and calm, 
In purple robes of kings, 
The low-lying mountains sleep at the edge of the world. 
The forests cover them like mantles&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>a pretty a day</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/a_pretty_a_day-8029.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>E. E. Cummings</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>a pretty a day by E. E. Cummings

&quot;a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:11</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, E. E. Cummings</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 8 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>a pretty a day by E. E. Cummings

&quot;a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>A Pinch of Salt</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Pinch_of_Salt-8028.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Robert Graves</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves
  
&quot;When a dream is born in you
With a sudden clamorous pain,
When you know the dream is true
And lovely, with no flaw nor stain&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:20</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Robert Graves</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sat, 7 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves
  
&quot;When a dream is born in you
With a sudden clamorous pain,
When you know the dream is true
And lovely, with no flaw nor stain&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Romance</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Romance-8027.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Edgar Allan Poe</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Romance by Edgar Allan Poe

&quot;Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:26</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Edgar Allan Poe</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 6 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Romance by Edgar Allan Poe

&quot;Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Camomile Tea</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Camomile_Tea-8026.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Katherine Mansfield</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Camomile Tea by Katherine Mansfield
 
&quot;Outside the sky is light with stars;
There&#39;s a hollow roaring from the sea.
And, alas! for the little almond flowers,
The wind is shaking the almond tree&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:27</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Katherine Mansfield</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 5 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Camomile Tea by Katherine Mansfield
 
&quot;Outside the sky is light with stars;
There&#39;s a hollow roaring from the sea.
And, alas! for the little almond flowers,
The wind is shaking the almond tree&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Good Hours</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Good_Hours-8011.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Robert Frost</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle>Good Hours by Robert Frost  </itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Good Hours by Robert Frost

&quot;I had for my winter evening walk--
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:10</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Robert Frost</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 4 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Good Hours by Robert Frost

&quot;I had for my winter evening walk--
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Stars Wheel in Purple</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Stars_Wheel_in_Purple-8010.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Hilda Doolittle</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle>Stars Wheel in Purple by Hilda Doolittle  &quot;Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star as bright Aldeboran or Sirius, nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War&quot;...</itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Stars Wheel in Purple by Hilda Doolittle

&quot;Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:08</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Hilda Doolittle</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Tue, 3 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Stars Wheel in Purple by Hilda Doolittle

&quot;Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>The Darkling Thrush</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Darkling_Thrush-8009.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Thomas Hardy</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle>The Darkling Thrush  by Thomas Hardy  &quot;I leant upon a coppice gate      When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter&#39;s dregs made desolate     The weakening eye of day&quot;...</itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Darkling Thrush
 by Thomas Hardy

&quot;I leant upon a coppice gate 
    When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter&#39;s dregs made desolate
    The weakening eye of day&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:54</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Thomas Hardy, New Year&#39;s poems</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Mon, 2 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Darkling Thrush
 by Thomas Hardy

&quot;I leant upon a coppice gate 
    When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter&#39;s dregs made desolate
    The weakening eye of day&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>New Year&#39;s Morning</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/New_Years_Morning-8008.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Helen Hunt Jackson</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle>New Year&#39;s Morning by Helen Hunt Jackson  &quot;Only a night from old to new!  Only a night, and so much wrought!  The Old Year&#39;s heart all weary grew,  But said: The New Year rest has brought.&quot;  The Old Year&#39;s hopes its heart laid down,  As in a grave; but tr</itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>New Year&#39;s Morning by Helen Hunt Jackson

&quot;Only a night from old to new! 
Only a night, and so much wrought! 
The Old Year&#39;s heart all weary grew, 
But said: The New Year rest has brought.&quot; 
The Old Year&#39;s hopes its heart laid down, 
As in a grave; but trusting, said: 
&quot;The blossoms of the New Year&#39;s crown 
Bloom from the ashes of the dead.&quot; ...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:18</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, New Year&#39;s poems, Helen Hunt Jackson</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 1 Jan 2012 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>New Year&#39;s Morning by Helen Hunt Jackson

&quot;Only a night from old to new! 
Only a night, and so much wrought! 
The Old Year&#39;s heart all weary grew, 
But said: The New Year rest has brought.&quot; 
The Old Year&#39;s hopes its heart laid down, 
As in a grave; but trusting, said: 
&quot;The blossoms of the New Year&#39;s crown 
Bloom from the ashes of the dead.&quot; ...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>A Song for New Year&#39;s Eve</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Song_for_New_Years-8007.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>William Cullen Bryant</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle>A Song for New Year&#39;s Eve by William Cullen Bryant  &quot;Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay?       Stay till the good old year, So long companion of our way,       Shakes hands, and leaves us here.             Oh stay, oh stay, One little hour, and then away</itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Song for New Year&#39;s Eve
by William Cullen Bryant

&quot;Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay?
      Stay till the good old year,
So long companion of our way,
      Shakes hands, and leaves us here.
            Oh stay, oh stay,
One little hour, and then away&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:11</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, William Cullen Bryant, New Year&#39;s poems</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>A Song for New Year&#39;s Eve
by William Cullen Bryant

&quot;Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay?
      Stay till the good old year,
So long companion of our way,
      Shakes hands, and leaves us here.
            Oh stay, oh stay,
One little hour, and then away&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Ring Out, Wild Bells</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Ring_Out_Wild_Bells-8006.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Alfred Lord Tennyson</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle>&quot;Ring Out, Wild Bells&quot;  from In Memoriam by Alfred Lord Tennyson  &quot;Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,    The flying cloud, the frosty light:    The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die&quot;</itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>&quot;Ring Out, Wild Bells&quot; 
from In Memoriam
by Alfred Lord Tennyson

&quot;Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
   The flying cloud, the frosty light:
   The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:10</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, New Year&#39;s poems, Alfred Lord Tennyson</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17774.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>&quot;Ring Out, Wild Bells&quot; 
from In Memoriam
by Alfred Lord Tennyson

&quot;Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
   The flying cloud, the frosty light:
   The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Grown Up</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Grown_Up-8005.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Edna St. Vincent Millay</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle>Grown Up by Edna St. Vincent Millay  &quot;Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?&quot;</itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Grown Up by Edna St. Vincent Millay

&quot;Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>0:36</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Edna St. Vincent Millay</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Grown Up by Edna St. Vincent Millay

&quot;Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?&quot;</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Winter Trees</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Winter_Trees-7989.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>William Carlos Williams</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams

&quot;All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:22</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, William Carlos Williams</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams

&quot;All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>December Night</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/December_Night-7988.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>W. S. Merwin</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>December Night by W. S. Merwin 

&quot;The cold slope is standing in darkness
But the south of the trees is dry to the touch

The heavy limbs climb into the moonlight bearing feathers
I came to watch these
White plants older at night
The oldest
Come first to the ruins&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:38</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, W. S. Merwin</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>December Night by W. S. Merwin 

&quot;The cold slope is standing in darkness
But the south of the trees is dry to the touch

The heavy limbs climb into the moonlight bearing feathers
I came to watch these
White plants older at night
The oldest
Come first to the ruins&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Winter Complaint</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Winter_Complaint-7987.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Ogden Nash</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>inter Complaint by Ogden Nash

&quot;Now when I have a cold
I am careful with my cold, 
I consult a physician 
And I do as I am told. 
I muffle up my torso 
In woolly woolly garb, 
And I quaff great flagons 
Of sodium bicarb&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>3:03</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Ogden Nash</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>inter Complaint by Ogden Nash

&quot;Now when I have a cold
I am careful with my cold, 
I consult a physician 
And I do as I am told. 
I muffle up my torso 
In woolly woolly garb, 
And I quaff great flagons 
Of sodium bicarb&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Christmas Bells</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Christmas_Bells-7986.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Christmas Bells By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

&quot;I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:31</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Christmas poems, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Christmas Bells By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

&quot;I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet</description>
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				<item>
					<title>&#39;Twas the Night Before Christmas</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Twas_the_Night_Before-7985.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Clement C. Moore&#39;Twas the Night Before Christmas  by Clement C. Moore &quot; &#39;Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the h</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>&#39;Twas the Night Before Christmas 
by Clement C. Moore

&quot; &#39;Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>4:29</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>Clement C. Moore, &#39;Twas the Night Before Christmas,  the Night Before Christmas, Christmas, Christmas Eve, poem, poetry, poets, daily poem, Christmas poem</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>&#39;Twas the Night Before Christmas 
by Clement C. Moore

&quot; &#39;Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>The Holidays</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Holidays-7984.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Jane Taylor</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Holidays by Jane Taylor

&quot;Ah! don&#39;t you remember, &#39;tis almost December,
And soon will the holidays come;
Oh, &#39;twill be so funny, I&#39;ve plenty of money,
I&#39;ll buy me a sword and a drum.&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:30</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Jane Taylor</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Holidays by Jane Taylor

&quot;Ah! don&#39;t you remember, &#39;tis almost December,
And soon will the holidays come;
Oh, &#39;twill be so funny, I&#39;ve plenty of money,
I&#39;ll buy me a sword and a drum.&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Candles</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Candles-7983.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Constantine P. Cavafy</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Candles by Constantine P. Cavafy

The days of our future stand in front of us
like a row of little lit candles --
golden, warm, and lively little candles&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:49</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Constantine P. Cavafy</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Candles by Constantine P. Cavafy

The days of our future stand in front of us
like a row of little lit candles --
golden, warm, and lively little candles&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Gingerbread</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Gingerbread-7963.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Louisa May Alcott</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Gingerbread by Louisa May Alcott

&quot;Gingerbread,
    Go to the head.
    Your task is done;
    A soul is won.
    Take it and go
    Where muffins grow,
    Where sweet loaves rise
    To the very skies&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:36</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Louisa May Alcott</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Gingerbread by Louisa May Alcott

&quot;Gingerbread,
    Go to the head.
    Your task is done;
    A soul is won.
    Take it and go
    Where muffins grow,
    Where sweet loaves rise
    To the very skies&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Like Snow</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Like_Snow-7962.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Robert Graves</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Like Snow by Robert Graves

&quot;She, then, like snow in a dark night,
Fell secretly. And the world waked
With dazzling of the drowsy eye,
So that some muttered &#39;Too much light&#39;&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:28</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Robert Graves</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Like Snow by Robert Graves

&quot;She, then, like snow in a dark night,
Fell secretly. And the world waked
With dazzling of the drowsy eye,
So that some muttered &#39;Too much light&#39;&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Men_Loved_Wholly-7961.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Louise Bogan</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom 
by Louise Bogan

&quot;Men loved wholly beyond wisdom 
Have the staff without the banner. 
Like a fire in a dry thicket 
Rising within women&#39;s eyes 
Is the love men must return&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:42</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Louise Bogan</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom 
by Louise Bogan

&quot;Men loved wholly beyond wisdom 
Have the staff without the banner. 
Like a fire in a dry thicket 
Rising within women&#39;s eyes 
Is the love men must return&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Misgivings</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Misgivings-7960.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Herman Melville</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Misgivings by Herman Melville

&quot;When ocean-clouds over inland hills 
Sweep storming in late autumn brown, 
And horror the sodden valley fills, 
And the spire falls crashing in the town, 
I muse upon my country&#39;s ills&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:53</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Herman Melville</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Misgivings by Herman Melville

&quot;When ocean-clouds over inland hills 
Sweep storming in late autumn brown, 
And horror the sodden valley fills, 
And the spire falls crashing in the town, 
I muse upon my country&#39;s ills&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>The Dance</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Dance-7958.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Rupert Brooke</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Dance by Rupert Brooke

&quot;As the Wind, and as the Wind,
   In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
 In a grave, an endless play&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:38</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Rupert Brooke</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Dance by Rupert Brooke

&quot;As the Wind, and as the Wind,
   In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
 In a grave, an endless play&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Love is Enough</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Love_is_Enough-7956.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>William Morris</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Love is Enough by William Morris

&quot;Love is enough: though the World be a-waning, 
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:43</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, William Morris</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Love is Enough by William Morris

&quot;Love is enough: though the World be a-waning, 
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Learning To Laugh</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Learning_To_Laugh-7938.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Patience Worth</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Learning To Laugh by Patience Worth

&quot;Since I have learned to laugh
At the pack day hath lain upon me,
And to wink and jest and whistle a whit,
I find my wisdom is not so drear-browed&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:40</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Patience Worth</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Learning To Laugh by Patience Worth

&quot;Since I have learned to laugh
At the pack day hath lain upon me,
And to wink and jest and whistle a whit,
I find my wisdom is not so drear-browed&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>The Old, Old Song</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Old_Old_Song-7937.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Charles Kingsley</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Old, Old Song by Charles Kingsley

&quot;When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:47</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Charles Kingsley</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Old, Old Song by Charles Kingsley

&quot;When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Snowfall</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Snowfall-7936.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Sara Teasdale</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Snowfall by Sara Teasdale

&quot;She can&#39;t be unhappy,&quot; you said, 
&quot;The smiles are like stars in her eyes, 
And her laughter is thistledown 
Around her low replies&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:32</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Sara Teasdale</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17617.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Snowfall by Sara Teasdale

&quot;She can&#39;t be unhappy,&quot; you said, 
&quot;The smiles are like stars in her eyes, 
And her laughter is thistledown 
Around her low replies&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Garret</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Garret-7935.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Ezra Pound</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Garret by Ezra Pound

&quot;Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are.
Come, my friend, and remember
that the rich have butlers and no friends,
And we have friends and no butlers&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:35</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Ezra Pound</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17613.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Garret by Ezra Pound

&quot;Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are.
Come, my friend, and remember
that the rich have butlers and no friends,
And we have friends and no butlers&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Blindness</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Blindness-7934.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>George William Russell</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Blindness by George William Russell

&quot;Our true hearts are forever lonely:
A wistfulness is in our thought:
Our lights are like the dawns which only
Seem bright to us and yet are not&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:55</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, George William Russell</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17611.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Blindness by George William Russell

&quot;Our true hearts are forever lonely:
A wistfulness is in our thought:
Our lights are like the dawns which only
Seem bright to us and yet are not&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Peace.</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Peace-7933.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Henry Alford</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Peace. By Henry Alford

&quot;I have found Peace in the bright earth
  And in the sunny sky:
  By the low voice of summer seas,
  And where streams murmur by&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:57</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Henry Alford</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17615.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 9 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Peace. By Henry Alford

&quot;I have found Peace in the bright earth
  And in the sunny sky:
  By the low voice of summer seas,
  And where streams murmur by&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>A little Snow was here and there</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/A_little_Snow_was_here-7932.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Emily Dickinson</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A little Snow was here and there by Emily Dickinson

&quot;A little Snow was here and there
Disseminated in her Hair --
Since she and I had met and played
Decade had gathered to Decade&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:24</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Emily Dickinson</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17609.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 8 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/A_little_Snow_was_here-7932.mp3" length="1015482" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>A little Snow was here and there by Emily Dickinson

&quot;A little Snow was here and there
Disseminated in her Hair --
Since she and I had met and played
Decade had gathered to Decade&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Sway With Me</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Sway_With_Me-7911.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Charles Bukowski</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Sway With Me by Charles Bukowski

&quot;sway with me, everything sad ? 
madmen in stone houses 
without doors, 
lepers steaming love and song 
frogs trying to figure 
the sky&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:47</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Charles Bukowski</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17560.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 7 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Sway_With_Me-7911.mp3" length="1297808" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Sway With Me by Charles Bukowski

&quot;sway with me, everything sad ? 
madmen in stone houses 
without doors, 
lepers steaming love and song 
frogs trying to figure 
the sky&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>First Lesson</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/First_Lesson-7910.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Phyllis McGinley</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>First Lesson by Phyllis McGinley

&quot;The first thing to remember about fathers is, they&#39;re men. 
A girl has to keep it in mind&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:02</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Phyllis McGinley</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17558.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 6 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>First Lesson by Phyllis McGinley

&quot;The first thing to remember about fathers is, they&#39;re men. 
A girl has to keep it in mind&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Evening In A Sugar Orchard</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Evening_In_A_Sugar-7909.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Robert Frost</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Evening In A Sugar Orchard by Robert Frost
 
&quot;From where I lingered in a lull in march
outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
I called the fireman with a careful voice
And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:06</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Robert Frost</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17556.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 5 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Evening_In_A_Sugar-7909.mp3" length="1520038" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Evening In A Sugar Orchard by Robert Frost
 
&quot;From where I lingered in a lull in march
outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
I called the fireman with a careful voice
And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>All That&#39;s Past</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/All_Thats_Past-7908.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Walter de la Mare</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>All That&#39;s Past by Walter de la Mare

&quot;Very old are the woods; 
And the buds that break 
Out of the brier&#39;s boughs, 
When March winds wake&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:53</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Walter de la Mare</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17552.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 4 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/All_Thats_Past-7908.mp3" length="1360721" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>All That&#39;s Past by Walter de la Mare

&quot;Very old are the woods; 
And the buds that break 
Out of the brier&#39;s boughs, 
When March winds wake&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Seeker</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Seeker-7907.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Lucy Maud Montgomery</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Seeker by Lucy Maud Montgomery

&quot;I sought for my happiness over the world,
Oh, eager and far was my quest;
I sought it on mountain and desert and sea,
I asked it of east and of west&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:10</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Lucy Maud Montgomery</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17550.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 3 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Seeker by Lucy Maud Montgomery

&quot;I sought for my happiness over the world,
Oh, eager and far was my quest;
I sought it on mountain and desert and sea,
I asked it of east and of west&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>While Yet These Tears</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/While_Yet_These_Tears-7906.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Louise Labe</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>While Yet These Tears by Louise Labe

&quot;While yet these tears have power to flow
  For hours for ever past away;
While yet these swelling sighs allow
  My faltering voice to breathe a lay&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:54</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Louise Labe</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17554.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 2 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/While_Yet_These_Tears-7906.mp3" length="1368233" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>While Yet These Tears by Louise Labe

&quot;While yet these tears have power to flow
  For hours for ever past away;
While yet these swelling sighs allow
  My faltering voice to breathe a lay&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Each Day A Life</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Each_Day_A_Life-7905.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Robert William Service</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Each Day A Life by Robert William Service

&quot;I count each day a little life,
With birth and death complete;
I cloister it from care and strife
And keep it sane and sweet&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:44</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Robert William Service</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17548.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 1 Dec 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Each_Day_A_Life-7905.mp3" length="1247728" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Each Day A Life by Robert William Service

&quot;I count each day a little life,
With birth and death complete;
I cloister it from care and strife
And keep it sane and sweet&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Dirge For A Joker</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Dirge_For_A_Joker-7894.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Sylvia Plath</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Dirge For A Joker by Sylvia Plath

&quot;Always in the middle of a kiss
Came the profane stimulus to cough;
Always from the pulpit during service
Leaned the devil prompting you to laugh&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:50</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Sylvia Plath</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17521.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Dirge For A Joker by Sylvia Plath

&quot;Always in the middle of a kiss
Came the profane stimulus to cough;
Always from the pulpit during service
Leaned the devil prompting you to laugh&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Politics</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Politics-7893.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Ambrose Bierce</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Politics by Ambrose Bierce

&quot;That land full surely hastens to its end
Where public sycophants in homage bend&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:35</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Ambrose Bierce</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17519.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Politics-7893.mp3" length="1140995" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Politics by Ambrose Bierce

&quot;That land full surely hastens to its end
Where public sycophants in homage bend&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Night</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Night-7892.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Anne Bronte</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Night by Anne Bronte

&quot;I love the silent hour of night, 
For blissful dreams may then arise, 
Revealing to my charmed sight 
What may not bless my waking eyes&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:40</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Anne Bronte</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17516.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Night by Anne Bronte

&quot;I love the silent hour of night, 
For blissful dreams may then arise, 
Revealing to my charmed sight 
What may not bless my waking eyes&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>She Dried Her Tears</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/She_Dried_Her_Tears-7891.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Emily Bronte</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>She Dried Her Tears by Emily Bronte

&quot;She dried her tears and they did smile
To see her cheeks&#39; returning glow
How little dreaming all the while
That full heart throbbed to overflow&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:28</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Emily Bronte</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17512.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/She_Dried_Her_Tears-7891.mp3" length="1057111" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>She Dried Her Tears by Emily Bronte

&quot;She dried her tears and they did smile
To see her cheeks&#39; returning glow
How little dreaming all the while
That full heart throbbed to overflow&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_House_Was_Quiet-7890.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Wallace Stevens</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm by Wallace Stevens

&quot;The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:02</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Wallace Stevens</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17510.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_House_Was_Quiet-7890.mp3" length="1466828" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm by Wallace Stevens

&quot;The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Bed in Summer</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Bed_in_Summer-7889.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Robert Louis Stevenson</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson

&quot;In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:32</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Robert Louis Stevenson</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17508.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson

&quot;In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>A Thanksgiving Fable</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Thanksgiving_Fable-7888.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Oliver Herford</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Thanksgiving Fable
by Oliver Herford 
 
&quot;It was a hungry pussy cat,
upon Thanksgiving morn,
And she watched a thankful little mouse,
that ate an ear of corn&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:45</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Oliver Herford</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17514.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>A Thanksgiving Fable
by Oliver Herford 
 
&quot;It was a hungry pussy cat,
upon Thanksgiving morn,
And she watched a thankful little mouse,
that ate an ear of corn&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Returning, We Hear the Larks</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Returning_We_Hear_the-7863.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Isaac Rosenberg</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Returning, We Hear the Larks by Isaac Rosenberg

&quot;Sombre the night is. 
And though we have our lives, we know 
What sinister threat lies there&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:59</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Isaac Rosenberg</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17451.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Returning_We_Hear_the-7863.mp3" length="1439910" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Returning, We Hear the Larks by Isaac Rosenberg

&quot;Sombre the night is. 
And though we have our lives, we know 
What sinister threat lies there&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Into My Heart an Air that Kills </title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Into_My_Heart_an_Air-7862.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>A E Housman</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Into My Heart an Air that Kills 
by A E Housman

&quot;Into my heart an air that kills 
From yon far country blows: 
What are those blue remembered hills, 
What spires, what farms are those&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:28</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, A E Housman</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17449.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Into_My_Heart_an_Air-7862.mp3" length="1071509" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Into My Heart an Air that Kills 
by A E Housman

&quot;Into my heart an air that kills 
From yon far country blows: 
What are those blue remembered hills, 
What spires, what farms are those&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Pity The Moon</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Pity_The_Moon-7861.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Laura Benet</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Pity The Moon by Laura Benet

&quot;A withered crone is the moon to-night
Bent, unloved and proud, 
Shuffling in the windy light
Through dipping vales of cloud&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:41</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Laura Benet</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17447.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Pity_The_Moon-7861.mp3" length="1213924" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Pity The Moon by Laura Benet

&quot;A withered crone is the moon to-night
Bent, unloved and proud, 
Shuffling in the windy light
Through dipping vales of cloud&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Great Figure</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Great_Figure-7860.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>William Carlos Williams</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Great Figure by William Carlos Williams

&quot;Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
firetruck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:19</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, William Carlos Williams</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17443.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Great Figure by William Carlos Williams

&quot;Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
firetruck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Things We Dare Not Tell</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Things_We_Dare_Not-7859.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Henry Lawson</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Things We Dare Not Tell by Henry Lawson

&quot;The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun&#39;s still shining there, 
But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:35</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Henry Lawson</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17441.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>The Things We Dare Not Tell by Henry Lawson

&quot;The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun&#39;s still shining there, 
But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Young Man?s Resolution</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Young_Mans-7858.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Janet Little</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Young Man?s Resolution by Janet Little

&quot;BY Cupid and Bacchus I&#39;m sadly perplex&#39;d,
Both parties to hear I incline:
The urchin for ever comments on this text,
Beware of the juice of the vine&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:00</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Janet Little</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17445.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Young_Mans-7858.mp3" length="1446170" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>The Young Man?s Resolution by Janet Little

&quot;BY Cupid and Bacchus I&#39;m sadly perplex&#39;d,
Both parties to hear I incline:
The urchin for ever comments on this text,
Beware of the juice of the vine&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>August</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/August-7857.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Mary Oliver</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>August by Mary Oliver

&quot;When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend

all day among the high
branches, reaching&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:32</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Mary Oliver</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17439.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>August by Mary Oliver

&quot;When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend

all day among the high
branches, reaching&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Three Drinkers</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Three_Drinkers-7836.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Robert Graves</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Three Drinkers by Robert Graves

&quot;Blacksmith Green had three strong sons,
  With bread and beef did fill &#39;em,
Now John and Ned are perished and dead,
  But plenty remains of William&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:51</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Robert Graves</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17388.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Three_Drinkers-7836.mp3" length="1341941" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>The Three Drinkers by Robert Graves

&quot;Blacksmith Green had three strong sons,
  With bread and beef did fill &#39;em,
Now John and Ned are perished and dead,
  But plenty remains of William&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Skyscraper Loves Night</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Skyscraper_Loves-7835.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Carl Sandburg</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Skyscraper Loves Night by Carl Sandburg

&quot;ONE by one lights of a skyscraper fling their checkering cross work on the velvet gown of night&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:39</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Carl Sandburg</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17386.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Skyscraper_Loves-7835.mp3" length="1189823" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>The Skyscraper Loves Night by Carl Sandburg

&quot;ONE by one lights of a skyscraper fling their checkering cross work on the velvet gown of night&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>On Such a Day</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/On_Such_a_Day-7834.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Mary Elizabeth Coleridge</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>On Such a Day by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

    &quot;Some hang above the tombs,
    Some weep in empty rooms,
    I, when the iris blooms,
    Remember&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:21</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Mary Elizabeth Coleridge</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17384.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/On_Such_a_Day-7834.mp3" length="983869" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>On Such a Day by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

    &quot;Some hang above the tombs,
    Some weep in empty rooms,
    I, when the iris blooms,
    Remember&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Prelude</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Prelude-7833.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Richard Aldington</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Prelude by Richard Aldington

&quot;How could I love you more? 
I would give up 
Even that beauty I have loved too well 
That I might love you better. 
Alas, how poor the gifts that lovers give&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:01</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Richard Aldington</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17380.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Prelude-7833.mp3" length="1462133" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Prelude by Richard Aldington

&quot;How could I love you more? 
I would give up 
Even that beauty I have loved too well 
That I might love you better. 
Alas, how poor the gifts that lovers give&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Not From This Anger</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Not_From_This_Anger-7832.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Dylan Thomas</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Not From This Anger by Dylan Thomas

&quot;Not from this anger, anticlimax after
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods
In a land strapped by hunger&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:50</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Dylan Thomas</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17378.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Not_From_This_Anger-7832.mp3" length="1329734" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Not From This Anger by Dylan Thomas

&quot;Not from this anger, anticlimax after
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods
In a land strapped by hunger&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Denial</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Denial-7831.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Margaret Widdemer</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Denial by Margaret Widdemer

&quot;IT never would have hurt God
  To have made the world today
  So that your footsteps turned my way&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:32</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Margaret Widdemer</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17382.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Denial-7831.mp3" length="1118146" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Denial by Margaret Widdemer

&quot;IT never would have hurt God
  To have made the world today
  So that your footsteps turned my way&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Let Us Have Madness</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Let_Us_Have_Madness-7830.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Kenneth Patchen</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Let Us Have Madness by Kenneth Patchen

&quot;Let us have madness openly. 
O men Of my generation. 
Let us follow 
The footsteps of this slaughtered age: 
See it trail across Time&#39;s dim land 
Into the closed house of eternity&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:45</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Kenneth Patchen</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17376.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Let_Us_Have_Madness-7830.mp3" length="1268386" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Let Us Have Madness by Kenneth Patchen

&quot;Let us have madness openly. 
O men Of my generation. 
Let us follow 
The footsteps of this slaughtered age: 
See it trail across Time&#39;s dim land 
Into the closed house of eternity&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>A Lament</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Lament-7812.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Oscar Wilde</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Lament by Oscar Wilde

&quot;O well for him who lives at ease
With garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of forest trees.&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:39</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Oscar Wilde</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17335.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 9 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>A Lament by Oscar Wilde

&quot;O well for him who lives at ease
With garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of forest trees.&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Overcast</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Overcast-7811.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Charles Baudelaire</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Overcast by Charles Baudelaire

&quot;Are they blue, gray or green? Mysterious eyes 
(as if in fact you were looking through a mist) 
in alternation tender, dreamy, grim 
to match the shiftless pallor of the sky&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:06</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Charles Baudelaire</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17333.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 8 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Overcast by Charles Baudelaire

&quot;Are they blue, gray or green? Mysterious eyes 
(as if in fact you were looking through a mist) 
in alternation tender, dreamy, grim 
to match the shiftless pallor of the sky&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Evening</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Evening-7810.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Charlotte Smith</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Evening by Charlotte Smith

&quot;OH ! soothing hour, when glowing day, 
Low in the western wave declines, 
And village murmurs die away, 
And bright the vesper planet shines&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:58</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Charlotte Smith</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17331.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 7 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Evening by Charlotte Smith

&quot;OH ! soothing hour, when glowing day, 
Low in the western wave declines, 
And village murmurs die away, 
And bright the vesper planet shines&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Recovery</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Recovery-7809.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>A. R. Ammons</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Recovery by A. R. Ammons

&quot;All afternoon
the tree shadows, accelerating,
lengthened
till
sunset
shot them black into infinity:
next morning
darkness
returned from the other
infinity and the
shadows caught ground
and through the morning, slowing,
hardened into noon.&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:22</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, A. R. Ammons</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 6 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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					<description>Recovery by A. R. Ammons

&quot;All afternoon
the tree shadows, accelerating,
lengthened
till
sunset
shot them black into infinity:
next morning
darkness
returned from the other
infinity and the
shadows caught ground
and through the morning, slowing,
hardened into noon.&quot;</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Nomenclature</title>
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					<itunes:author>Alan Dugan</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Nomenclature by Alan Dugan

My mother never heard of Freud
and she decided as a little girl
that she would call her husband Dick
no matter what his first name was&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:33</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Alan Dugan</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sat, 5 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Nomenclature by Alan Dugan

My mother never heard of Freud
and she decided as a little girl
that she would call her husband Dick
no matter what his first name was&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>He Made This Screen</title>
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					<itunes:author>Marianne Moore</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>He Made This Screen by Marianne Moore

&quot;not of silver nor of coral, 
but of weatherbeaten laurel. 

here, he introduced a sea 
uniform like tapestry&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:28</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Marianne Moore</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 4 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>He Made This Screen by Marianne Moore

&quot;not of silver nor of coral, 
but of weatherbeaten laurel. 

here, he introduced a sea 
uniform like tapestry&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Why Is This Age Worse...?</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Why_Is_This_Age-7806.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Anna Akhmatova</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Why Is This Age Worse...? by Anna Akhmatova 

&quot;Why is this age worse than earlier ages? 
In a stupor of grief and dread 
have we not fingered the foulest wounds 
and left them unhealed by our hands?&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:31</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Anna Akhmatova</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17323.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 3 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Why Is This Age Worse...? by Anna Akhmatova 

&quot;Why is this age worse than earlier ages? 
In a stupor of grief and dread 
have we not fingered the foulest wounds 
and left them unhealed by our hands?&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Cramped In That Funnelled Hole </title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Cramped_In_That-7787.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Wilfred Owen</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Cramped In That Funnelled Hole 
by Wilfred Owen

&quot;Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawn
Open a jagged rim around; a yawn
Of death&#39;s jaws, which had all but swallowed them
Stuck in the bottom of his throat of phlegm&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:41</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Wilfred Owen</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 2 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Cramped In That Funnelled Hole 
by Wilfred Owen

&quot;Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawn
Open a jagged rim around; a yawn
Of death&#39;s jaws, which had all but swallowed them
Stuck in the bottom of his throat of phlegm&quot;...</description>
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					<title>The Tea Shop</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Tea_Shop-7786.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Ezra Pound</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Tea Shop by Ezra Pound
 
&quot;The girl in the tea shop
Is not so beautiful as she was,
The August has worn against her&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:30</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Ezra Pound</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Tue, 1 Nov 2011 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Tea Shop by Ezra Pound
 
&quot;The girl in the tea shop
Is not so beautiful as she was,
The August has worn against her&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Saint Andrew&#39;s Eve</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Saint_Andrews_Eve-7785b.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Cicely Fox Smith</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Saint Andrew&#39;s Eve by Cicely Fox Smith

&quot;The last night of November
All dreaming as I lay,?
I saw a fisher toiling?
In stormy seas and grey&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:47</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Cicely Fox Smith</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Saint Andrew&#39;s Eve by Cicely Fox Smith

&quot;The last night of November
All dreaming as I lay,?
I saw a fisher toiling?
In stormy seas and grey&quot;...</description>
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					<title>Sunday</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Sunday-7784.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>James Schuyler</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Sunday by James Schuyler

&quot;The mint bed is in
bloom: lavender haze
day. The grass is 
more than green and
throws up sharp and 
cutting lights to 
slice through the 
plane tree leaves. And 
on the cloudless blue 
I scribble your name&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:19</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, James Schuyler</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Sunday by James Schuyler

&quot;The mint bed is in
bloom: lavender haze
day. The grass is 
more than green and
throws up sharp and 
cutting lights to 
slice through the 
plane tree leaves. And 
on the cloudless blue 
I scribble your name&quot;</description>
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				<item>
					<title>The Nude Swim</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Nude_Swim-7783.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Anne Sexton</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Nude Swim by Anne Sexton

&quot;On the southwest side of Capri
we found a little unknown grotto
where no people were and we
entered it completely
and let our bodies lose all
their loneliness&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:12</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Anne Sexton</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Nude Swim by Anne Sexton

&quot;On the southwest side of Capri
we found a little unknown grotto
where no people were and we
entered it completely
and let our bodies lose all
their loneliness&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>I Slept, And Dreamed That Life Was Beauty</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/I_Slept_And_Dreamed-7782.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Louisa May Alcott</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>I Slept, And Dreamed That Life Was Beauty by Louisa May Alcott

&quot;I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty;
        I woke, and found that life was duty.
        Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:28</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Louisa May Alcott</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-17268.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2011 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>I Slept, And Dreamed That Life Was Beauty by Louisa May Alcott

&quot;I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty;
        I woke, and found that life was duty.
        Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry</title>
					<link>http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3/aws.sonibyte.com/audio/Because_You_Asked-7781.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Howard Nemerov</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry by Howard Nemerov

&quot;Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:26</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Howard Nemerov</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry by Howard Nemerov

&quot;Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow&quot;...</description>
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