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		<title>To Alberto Caeiro</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/02/16/to-alberto-caeiro/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 21:55:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Peaceful, Master, Are all the hours We lose if we place, As in a vase, Flowers on our Losing them. There are in our life No sorrows or joys. So let us learn, Wisely unworried, Not how to live life But to let it go by, Keeping forever Peaceful and calm, Taking children For our [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2789&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The little we endure</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/02/14/the-little-we-endure/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 21:27:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love the roses of Adonis&#8217;s gardens. Yes, Lydia, I love those wingèd roses, &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;Which one day are born &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;And on that day die. Light for them is eternal, since They are born after sunrise and end &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;Before Apollo quits &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;His visible journey. Let us also make our lives one day, Consciously forgetting there&#8217;s night, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2768&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Night Has a Thousand Eyes</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/02/13/the-night-has-a-thousand-eyes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 03:21:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done. &#8211; Francis William Bourdillon Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Poetry<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2759&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/02/13/if-i-can-stop-one-heart-from-breaking/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 03:18:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. &#8211; Emily Dickinson Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Poetry<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2757&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>To be great, be whole: don&#8217;t exaggerate</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/02/11/to-be-great-be-whole-dont-exaggerate/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 21:39:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To be great, be whole: don&#8217;t exaggerate Or leave out any part of you. Be complete in each thing. Put all you are Into the least of your acts. So too in each lake, with its lofty life, The whole moon shines. &#8211; Ricardo Reis, 14 February 1933 Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Poetry<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2747&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>wanting nothing from them</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/02/09/wanting-nothing-from-them/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 01:26:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Calm because I&#8217;m unknown, And myself because I&#8217;m calm, I want to fill my days With wanting nothing from them. For those whom wealth touches, Gold irritates the skin. For those on whom fame blows, Life fogs over. On those for whom happiness Is their sun, night will fall. But those who hope for nothing [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2739&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Let&#8217;s be simple and calm</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/02/08/lets-be-simple-and-calm/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 23:11:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To think about God is to disobey God, Since God wanted us not to know him, Which is why he didn&#8217;t reveal himself to us . . . Let&#8217;s be simple and calm, Like the trees and streams, And God will love us, making us Us even as the trees are trees And the streams [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2732&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fog</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/02/08/fog/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 22:31:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. &#8211; Carl Sandburg Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Poetry<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2727&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Invictus :: William Ernest Henley</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/02/08/invictus-william-ernest-henley/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 22:28:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbow&#8217;d. Beyond this place of wrath and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2721&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The End of the World :: Archibald MacLeish</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/02/07/the-end-of-the-world-archibald-macleish/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 21:21:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sineokov</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Quite unexpectedly, as Vasserot The armless ambidextrian was lighting A match between his great and second toe, And Ralph the lion was engaged in biting The neck of Madame Sossman while the drum Pointed, and Teeny was about to cough In waltz-time swinging Jocko by the thumb &#8211; Quite unexpectedly the top blew off: And [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2718&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Risk :: Anaïs Nin</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/01/30/risk-anais-nin/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 00:34:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to Blossom. &#8211; Anaïs Nin Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Poetry<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2676&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Musée des Beaux Art :: W. H. Auden</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/01/26/musee-des-beaux-art-w-h-auden/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 02:36:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sineokov</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters: how well they understood its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just &#8230;&#8230;.walking dully along; How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting For the miraculous birth, there always must be Children who did not specially [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2650&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Panther</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/01/12/the-panther/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 09:49:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[His gaze, forever blocked by bars, is so exhausted it takes in nothing else. All that exists for him are a thousand bars. Beyond the thousand bars, no world. The strong, supple pacing moves in narrow circles. It is a dance at whose center a great will is imprisoned. Now and again the veil over [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2596&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Pale Fire</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/01/10/pale-fire/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 21:33:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By John Shade . CANTO 1 . I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff—and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. And from the inside, too, I&#8217;d duplicate Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate: Uncurtaining the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2558&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Second Elegy</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/01/06/the-second-elegy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 03:26:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Every angel is terrifying. And yet, alas, I invoke you, almost deadly birds of the soul, knowing about you. Where are the days of Tobias, when one of you, veiling his radiance, stood at the front &#8230;&#8230;door, slightly disguised for the journey, no longer appalling; (a young man like the one who curiously peeked through [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2541&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Do not be troubled, God, though they say &#8220;mine&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/01/03/do-not-be-troubled-god-though-they-say-mine/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 08:36:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Do not be troubled, God, though they say &#8220;mine&#8221; of all things that permit it patiently. they are like wind that lightly strokes the boughs and says: MY tree. They hardly see how all things glow that their hands seize upon, so that they cannot touch even the utmost fringe and not be singed. They [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2515&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Already ripening barberries grow red,</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 08:10:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Already ripening barberries grow red, the aging asters scarce breathe in their bed. Who is not rich, with summer nearly done, will never find a self that is his own. Who is unable now to close his eyes, certain that many visages within wait slumbering until night shall begin and in the darkness of his [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2513&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>All will grow great and powerful again:</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 08:03:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[All will grow great and powerful again: the seas be wrinkled and the land be plain, the trees gigantic and the walls be low; and in the valleys, strong and multiform, a race of herdsmen and of farmers grow. No churches to encircle God as though he were a fugitive, and then bewail him as [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2511&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Entering</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 07:52:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Whoever you may be: step into the evening. Step out of the room where everything is known. Whoever you are, your house is the last before the far-off. With your eyes, which are almost too tired to free themselves from the familiar, you slowly take one black tree and set it against the sky: slender, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2508&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The sovereigns of the world are old</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 04:55:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sineokov</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The sovereigns of the world are old and they will have no heirs at all. Death took their sons when they were small, and their pale daughters soon resigned to force frail crowns they could not hold. The mob breaks these to bits of gold that the world&#8217;s master, shrewd and bold, melts in the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thefloatinglibrary.com&amp;blog=3969920&amp;post=2506&amp;subd=benprice&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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