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		<title>4 Trumpets</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 16:14:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nightly in your room
You watch for a white star
That whispered long ago
Of an ancient quest.
Yours are young eyes
Which seldom rise,
Eyes that beseech
For some noble thing
Some heroic measure.
On your altar
A portrait of the master
Behind the candle light
Illuminating amid your skirmishes
On the field of concentration.
Children once free
We turned into proud liegemen.
The valiant fight for their country,
Some for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The River</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2011 03:29:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Let us sit by the river.
A long time ago
You were the cool trickling
You lived in yourself as the fishes and plants
Swimming and swaying.
Birds and deer drank from you.
Leaves fell into you.
You were the vigor of the current.
During the day you reflected the sun
at night, the sparkling stars.
These rocks on which we sit,
You unearthed them
And shaped [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Daedalus is Myth</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2010/12/daedalus-is-myth/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Dec 2010 03:08:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[boundaries]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is no reason to forget
Who we are,
From where we come
Save for the labyrinth
Where we find ourselves,
So cunningly made.
When we strive to break free
We are turned back to the same spot,
Only a different scenery.
We ask for help,
But what use are directions
In this place?
We walk a path, turn a corner,
And wonder:
Will this be the one?
Yet how [...]]]></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>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>
		<category><![CDATA[about]]></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>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 15:40:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[language]]></category>
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		<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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