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		<title>Rabindranath Tagore Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[About Poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just after Easter, I visited Rabindranath Tagore&#8217;s home in Kolkata.  It was a much anticipated visit to this poet saint&#8217;s residence, now turned museum.  I had poured over his Gitanjali, a 1912 book of metaphysical devotional poems that earned Tagore the Nobel Prize in Literature.
What does it feel like to be standing under a cool [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mountain Friend</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 20:29:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The old hermit on the mountain
Can&#8217;t see straight no more.
His vision curves like light,
Speeding to far out galaxies.
But he has a day job.
He doesn&#8217;t look into your eyes
Lest you see the choice.
Try to move in front quick,
He&#8217;s quicker to look away.
He doesn&#8217;t look into your eyes
Lest you see too much:
the mirror that sends you running,
Or [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Who She Is</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2009/12/who-she-is/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 02:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Should I tell her who she is
And ruin your surprise?
How long did you want her to forget
Who her father is
And ahh, her mother too?
I have kept my promise to serve.
But I can no longer look upon her and pretend
That her rags and fetters are real.
Even if I keep silent, my eyes reveal.
Shall I make it [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Silent Eyes</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2009/12/silent-eyes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 22:27:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[devotion]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Silent eyes,
Look into my own,
Partched and colorless.
Silent eyes,
Where have you been
After the day your tears
Brought me life
And the waters flowed again?
Each night I lower cupped hands
Into my reservoir
And pour it&#8217;s life
At the place you were.
But I have poured my last,
And now sit motionless
As before,
Save for my rememberance of you.
Silent eyes,
I no longer ask for life.
Break [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Turning Your Way</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2009/11/turning-your-way/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 17:44:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ballad]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[battle]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lyrical]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[remembrance]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[In Franco Zeffirelli’s movie Brother Sun Sister Moon about Saint Francis’ early life, the first song by Donovan is a beautiful accompaniment to the scene where Francis returns desperately ill from feudal battles and prison to his home town of Assisi.
Oh the drums are so mournful my dear oh my love
As my thoughts they are [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Last Breaths</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2009/11/last-breaths/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 17:36:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[conflict]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ocean]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[spiritual surrender]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[You wanted me to drown in conflict,
To resolve the unresolvable
With only a slim chance at success.
So be it;
I give the mind to your madness.
But my hand I keep with your defiant,
The ones who gasp for breath,
Who want to be loved
Even briefly
By what they see
And what they know.
Yes, maybe I let my mind
Linger too long on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A few words from W.S. Merwin</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2009/11/a-few-words-from-w-s-merwin/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 15:50:37 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[About Poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Poetry begins with hearing. It is more physical than prose.&#8221;
&#8220;Poetry is really about what can&#8217;t be said.&#8221;
&#8220;When you really get a poem, don&#8217;t you have a feeling that you discovered it yourself, that you remembered it?&#8221;
- W. S. Merwin, in an interview with Bill Moyers, 2009
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		<title>Emergence of Language</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2009/11/emergence-of-language/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 15:40:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[About Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[language]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[origin]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.4trumpets.com/?p=26</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[“You see a silent photograph of an Iraqi woman whose husband or son or brother has just been killed by an explosion. You know that if you can hear, you’d hear one long vowel of grief, just senseless, meaningless vowel of grief.  That’s the beginning of language.  Inexpressible sound.  It’s antisocial, it’s destructive, it’s utterly [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dawn Paean</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2009/10/dawn-paean/</link>
		<comments>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2009/10/dawn-paean/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 01:38:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[conquest]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lyrical]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mythology]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[son of aeolus,
i glide in whispered tones
across low valleys
where waters gather
the uprooted and discarded.
my kinsmen prefer
the hills and clouds
to join you
in the spectacle
of your brightest hour.
daughter of hyperion,
you long to illumine
the skies of avalon.
in lucent saffron robes
you hasten to rise
from dreary dreams
of night&#8217;s demise.
with careless ardor
you rush the gate
that none can open
without your fate.
its doors [...]]]></description>
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