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	<title>The Daily Stanza</title>
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	<description>Daily poetry for inspiration, emotion, and thought.</description>
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		<title>A little bit from the King</title>
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photo credit: Hulton Images / Getty Images via The Great American Summer
Jailhouse Rock
by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller
performed by Elvis Presley

The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing.
You should've heard those ...</description>
		<link>http://dailystanza.com/2009/07/07/a-little-bit-from-the-king/</link>
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		<title>When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom&#8217;d &#8211; Walt Whitman</title>
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photo credit: Baergaj
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
by Walt Whitman

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When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, 
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, 
I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. 

Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring, 
Lilac blooming ...</description>
		<link>http://dailystanza.com/2009/07/06/lilacs-dooryard-walt-whitman/</link>
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		<title>Elizabeth &#8211; Edgar Allan Poe</title>
		<description>Elizabeth
by Edgar Allan Poe

Elizabeth, it surely is most fit
[Logic and common usage so commanding]
In thy own book that first thy name be writ,
Zeno and other sages notwithstanding;
And I have other reasons for so doing
Besides my innate love of contradiction;
Each poet - if a poet - in pursuing
The muses thro' their ...</description>
		<link>http://dailystanza.com/2009/07/05/elizabeth-edgar-allan-poe/</link>
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		<title>Warning &#8211; Ella Wheeler Wilcox</title>
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photo credit: JPStanley
Warning
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, 
Albeit the sun shone bright; 
Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning, 
‘Remember Night! ’  </description>
		<link>http://dailystanza.com/2009/07/01/warning-ella-wheeler-wilcox/</link>
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		<title>Clown in the Moon &#8211; Dylan Thomas</title>
		<description>
photo credit: Kasem Marifet
Clown in the Moon
by Dylan Thomas

My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.

I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream. 

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		<link>http://dailystanza.com/2009/06/30/clown-in-the-moon-dylan-thomas/</link>
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		<title>The Summer Rain &#8211; Henry David Thoreau</title>
		<description>It has been raining in Maine for the past 4 weeks with few days enjoyable.   I present a poem from Thoreau for the occasion.

photo credit: Cosmonautirussi
The Summer Rain
by Henry David Thoreau

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read, 
  'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray ...</description>
		<link>http://dailystanza.com/2009/06/29/summer-rain-henry-david-thoreau/</link>
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		<title>Legacy &#8211; Amiri Baraka</title>
		<description>
photo credit: Derek Farr
Legacy
by Amiri Baraka

(For Blues People)

In the south, sleeping against
the drugstore, growling under
the trucks and stoves, stumbling
through and over the cluttered eyes
of early mysterious night.  Frowning
drunk waving moving a hand or lash.
Dancing kneeling reaching out, letting
a hand rest in shadows.  Squatting
to drink or pee.  Stretching ...</description>
		<link>http://dailystanza.com/2009/06/25/legacy-amiri-baraka/</link>
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		<title>Je t&#8217;adore &#8211; Thomas Kinsella</title>
		<description>Je t'adore
by Thomas Kinsella

The other props are gone.
Sighing in one another's
Iron arms, propped above nothing,
We praise Love the limiter. </description>
		<link>http://dailystanza.com/2009/06/24/je-tadore-thomas-kinsella/</link>
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		<title>Night in Arizona &#8211; Sara Teasdale</title>
		<description>
photo credit: Teri Parker
Night in Arizona
by Sara Teasdale

The moon is a charring ember 
Dying into the dark; 
Off in the crouching mountains 
Coyotes bark. 

The stars are heavy in heaven, 
Too great for the sky to hold -- 
What if they fell and shattered 
The earth with gold? 

No lights ...</description>
		<link>http://dailystanza.com/2009/06/23/night-in-arizona-sara-teasdale/</link>
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		<title>Late Came the God &#8211; Rudyard Kipling</title>
		<description>
photo credit: Bendus
Late Came the God
by Rudyard Kipling
Late came the God, having sent his forerunners who were
not regarded--
Late, but in wrath;
Saying: "The wrong shall be paid, the contempt be rewarded
On all that she hath."
He poisoned the blade and struck home, the full bosom receiving
The wound and the venom in one, ...</description>
		<link>http://dailystanza.com/2009/06/22/late-came-the-god-rudyard-kipling/</link>
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