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		By: Minta Marie Morze		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2016 09:33:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Neo, I love Frost. I heard him read one of his poems at the Kennedy Inaugural–I think it was–and have ever been compelled to read his work. I know of some who find no sense or solace in poetry, who read and shake their heads and walk away. I cannot comprehend reading those two poems by Frost and not recognizing the presence of the transcendent. 

Great poetry–and Frost wrote truly great poetry–reminds me of the poem by Mary Brent Whiteside:

Who has Known Heights

Who has known heights and depths shall not again
Know peace-not as the calm heart knows
Low, ivied walls; a garden close;
An though he tread the humble ways of men
He shall not speak the common tongue again.

Who has known heights shall bear forevermore
An incommunicable thing
That hurts his heart, as if a wing
Beat at the portal, challenging;
And yet-lured by the gleam his vision wore-
Who once has trodden stars seeks peace no more.


To those who don&#039;t care for poetry, that may sound a bit over-the-top, but to those of us who have been enchanted, we can say, with Frost, &quot;And feel a spirit kindred to my own;/So that henceforth I worked no more alone.&quot;

Thanks, Neo.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Neo, I love Frost. I heard him read one of his poems at the Kennedy Inaugural–I think it was–and have ever been compelled to read his work. I know of some who find no sense or solace in poetry, who read and shake their heads and walk away. I cannot comprehend reading those two poems by Frost and not recognizing the presence of the transcendent. </p>
<p>Great poetry–and Frost wrote truly great poetry–reminds me of the poem by Mary Brent Whiteside:</p>
<p>Who has Known Heights</p>
<p>Who has known heights and depths shall not again<br />
Know peace-not as the calm heart knows<br />
Low, ivied walls; a garden close;<br />
An though he tread the humble ways of men<br />
He shall not speak the common tongue again.</p>
<p>Who has known heights shall bear forevermore<br />
An incommunicable thing<br />
That hurts his heart, as if a wing<br />
Beat at the portal, challenging;<br />
And yet-lured by the gleam his vision wore-<br />
Who once has trodden stars seeks peace no more.</p>
<p>To those who don&#8217;t care for poetry, that may sound a bit over-the-top, but to those of us who have been enchanted, we can say, with Frost, &#8220;And feel a spirit kindred to my own;/So that henceforth I worked no more alone.&#8221;</p>
<p>Thanks, Neo.</p>
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		By: Mac		</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2016 21:55:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They&#039;re both very fine, of course, but the second is an absolute masterpiece. I remember my college roommate and me enjoying the &quot;clomping there...clomping off&quot; bit greatly. I like it even more now. 

Those forget-why-I-came-in-here moments grow more frequent.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>They&#8217;re both very fine, of course, but the second is an absolute masterpiece. I remember my college roommate and me enjoying the &#8220;clomping there&#8230;clomping off&#8221; bit greatly. I like it even more now. </p>
<p>Those forget-why-I-came-in-here moments grow more frequent.</p>
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