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		<title>The Trough. by Judy Brown</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2011 16:05:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is a trough in waves, a low spot where horizon disappears and only sky and water are our company. And there we lose our way unless we rest, knowing the wave will bring us to its crest again. There we may drown if we let fear hold us in its grip and shake us [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=inspirare.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1573544&amp;post=298&amp;subd=inspirare&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>For Love in a Time of Conflict. By John O&#8217;Donohue</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[(From Benedictus A Book of Blessings, John O&#8217;Donohue) When the gentleness between you hardens And you fall out of your belonging with each other, May the depths you have reached hold you still. When no true word can be said, or heard, And you mirror each other in the script of hurt, When even the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=inspirare.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1573544&amp;post=295&amp;subd=inspirare&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>True Love.  Sharon Olds</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the middle of the night, when we get up after making love, we look at each other in complete friendship, we know so fully what the other has been doing. Bound to each other like mountaineers coming down from a mountain, bound with the tie of the delivery-room, we wander down the hall to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=inspirare.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1573544&amp;post=290&amp;subd=inspirare&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Summer Day. by Mary Oliver</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 19:53:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down- who is [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=inspirare.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1573544&amp;post=288&amp;subd=inspirare&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Eternity. by William Blake</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Jan 2011 23:21:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity&#8217;s sun rise.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=inspirare.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1573544&amp;post=286&amp;subd=inspirare&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Muse. by Jo Shapcott</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2010 12:55:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I kiss you in all the folding places of your body, you make that noise like a dog dreaming, dreaming of the long run he makes in answer to some jolt to his hormones, running across landfills, running, running by tips and shorelines from the scent of too much, but still going with head [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=inspirare.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1573544&amp;post=281&amp;subd=inspirare&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Distances. by Phillippe Jaccottet</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Dec 2010 13:32:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Swifts turn in the heights of the air; higher still turn the invisible stars. When day withdraws to the ends of the earth their fires shine on a dark expanse of sand. We live in a world of motion and distance. The heart flies from tree to bird, from bird to distant star, from star [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=inspirare.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1573544&amp;post=283&amp;subd=inspirare&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing. by Margaret Atwood</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2010 01:50:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The world is full of women who&#8217;d tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. Quit dancing. Get some self-respect and a day job. Right. And minimum wage, and varicose veins, just standing in one place for eight hours behind a glass counter bundled up to the neck, instead of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=inspirare.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1573544&amp;post=279&amp;subd=inspirare&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Diving Into the Wreck. by Adrienne Rich</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2010 13:53:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put on the body-armor of black rubber the absurd flippers the grave and awkward mask. I am having to do this not like Cousteau with his assiduous team abroad the sun-flooded schooner but here alone. There [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=inspirare.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1573544&amp;post=276&amp;subd=inspirare&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Anchor. by John O&#8217;Donohue</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2010 15:48:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Everything Depends On the fall Being utterly Helpless A meteor shaft Of dead weight Slicing through Dreaming water Aiming straight At weakness Underneath In the stone Destination To vent A wound Desperate enough To grip and hold The strain Of a pilgrim vessel Swaying in the dark On a surface Where storms sleep Lightly.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=inspirare.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1573544&amp;post=274&amp;subd=inspirare&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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