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		<title>Poem of The Day</title>
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		<description>A daily dose of poetry to enrich your day.  Please send suggested readings to poem@sonibyte.com.  Powered by SoniByte.</description>
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		<copyright>2006 SoniByte, Inc</copyright>
		<itunes:subtitle>A daily dose of poetry</itunes:subtitle>
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		<itunes:email>poem@sonibyte.com</itunes:email>
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		<itunes:summary>A daily dose of poetry to enrich your day.  Please send suggested readings to poem@sonibyte.com.  Powered by SoniByte.</itunes:summary>
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					<title>Bacchanalia</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Bacchanalia-6104.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Matthew Arnold</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Bacchanalia by Matthew Arnold

&quot;The evening comes, the fields are still.
The tinkle of the thirsty rill,
Unheard all day, ascends again&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:42</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Matthew Arnold</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Bacchanalia by Matthew Arnold

&quot;The evening comes, the fields are still.
The tinkle of the thirsty rill,
Unheard all day, ascends again&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Widow&#39;s Lament In Springtime</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Widows_Lament_In-6085.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>William Carlos Williams</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Widow&#39;s Lament In Springtime by William Carlos Williams

&quot;Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
that closes round me this year&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:40</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, William Carlos Williams</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Widow&#39;s Lament In Springtime by William Carlos Williams

&quot;Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
that closes round me this year&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Wash of Cold River</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Wash_of_Cold_River-6084.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Hilda Doolittle</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Wash of Cold River by Hilda Doolittle
  
&quot;Wash of cold river 
in a glacial land, 
Ionian water, 
chill, snow-ribbed sand&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:41</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Hilda Doolittle</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13461.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Wash of Cold River by Hilda Doolittle
  
&quot;Wash of cold river 
in a glacial land, 
Ionian water, 
chill, snow-ribbed sand&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Plunge</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Plunge-6083.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Ezra Pound</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Plunge by Ezra Pound

&quot;I would bathe myself in strangeness:
These comforts heaped upon me, smother me!
I burn, I scald so for the new,
New friends, new faces,
Places...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:37</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Ezra Pound</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Plunge by Ezra Pound

&quot;I would bathe myself in strangeness:
These comforts heaped upon me, smother me!
I burn, I scald so for the new,
New friends, new faces,
Places...&quot;</description>
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				<item>
					<title>into the strenuous briefness</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/into_the_strenuous-6082.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>E. E. Cummings</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>into the strenuous briefness by E. E. Cummings

&quot;into the strenuous briefness 
Life: 
handorgans and April 
darkness, friends&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:18</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, E. E. Cummings</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>into the strenuous briefness by E. E. Cummings

&quot;into the strenuous briefness 
Life: 
handorgans and April 
darkness, friends&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Real Work</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Real_Work-6081.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Wendell Berry</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Real Work by Wendell Berry
 
&quot;It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:07</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Wendell Berry</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sat, 24 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Real Work by Wendell Berry
 
&quot;It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work...&quot;</description>
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					<title>In Darkness</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/In_Darkness-6080.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Amy Lowell </itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>In Darkness by Amy Lowell

&quot;Must all of worth be travailled for, and those
Life&#39;s brightest stars rise from a troubled sea?&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:40</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Amy Lowell</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>In Darkness by Amy Lowell

&quot;Must all of worth be travailled for, and those
Life&#39;s brightest stars rise from a troubled sea?&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Threshold</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Threshold-6079.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Howard Nemerov</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Threshold by Howard Nemerov

&quot;When in still air and still in summertime
A leaf has had enough of this, it seems
To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage
Its drifting in detachment down the road.&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:00</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Howard Nemerov</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Threshold by Howard Nemerov

&quot;When in still air and still in summertime
A leaf has had enough of this, it seems
To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage
Its drifting in detachment down the road.&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>House On A Cliff</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/House_On_A_Cliff-6059.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Louis MacNeice</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>House On A Cliff by Louis MacNeice

&quot;Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors
The winking signal on the waste of sea.
Indoors the sound of the wind. Outdoors the wind.
Indoors the locked heart and the lost key&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:40</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Louis MacNeice</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>House On A Cliff by Louis MacNeice

&quot;Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors
The winking signal on the waste of sea.
Indoors the sound of the wind. Outdoors the wind.
Indoors the locked heart and the lost key&quot;...</description>
				</item>
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					<title>At Ease</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/At_Ease-6058.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Walter de la Mare</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>At Ease by Walter de la Mare

&quot;Most wounds can Time repair;
But some are mortal -- these:
For a broken heart there is no balm,
No cure for a heart at ease&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:19</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Walter de la Mare</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>At Ease by Walter de la Mare

&quot;Most wounds can Time repair;
But some are mortal -- these:
For a broken heart there is no balm,
No cure for a heart at ease&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Sentence</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Sentence-6057.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Anna Akhmatova</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Sentence by Anna Akhmatova

&quot;And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:18</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Anna Akhmatova</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13404.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Sentence-6057.mp3" length="936606" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>The Sentence by Anna Akhmatova

&quot;And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Best Friend</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Best_Friend-6056.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>William Henry Davies</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Best Friend by William Henry Davies

&quot;Now shall I walk 
Or shall I ride? 
&quot;Ride&quot;, Pleasure said; 
&quot;Walk&quot;, Joy replied&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:18</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, </itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Best Friend by William Henry Davies

&quot;Now shall I walk 
Or shall I ride? 
&quot;Ride&quot;, Pleasure said; 
&quot;Walk&quot;, Joy replied&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Upstairs Room</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Upstairs_Room-6055.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Weldon Kees</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Upstairs Room by Weldon Kees

&quot;It must have been in March the rug wore through.
Now the day passes and I stare
At warped pine boards my father&#39;s father nailed&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:37</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Weldon Kees</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Upstairs Room by Weldon Kees

&quot;It must have been in March the rug wore through.
Now the day passes and I stare
At warped pine boards my father&#39;s father nailed&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Nothing Stays</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Nothing_Stays-6054.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Mark van Doren</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Nothing Stays by Mark van Doren

&quot;Nothing stays
not even change,
That can grow tired 
of it&#39;s own name;
The very thought
too much for it&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:05</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Mark van Doren</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Nothing Stays by Mark van Doren

&quot;Nothing stays
not even change,
That can grow tired 
of it&#39;s own name;
The very thought
too much for it&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Wash</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Wash-6053.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Jane Kenyon</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Wash by Jane Kenyon

&quot;All day the blanket snapped and swelled
on the line, roused by a hot spring wind....
From there it witnessed the first sparrow,
early flies lifting their sticky feet...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:12</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Jane Kenyon</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13396.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Wash-6053.mp3" length="873693" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Wash by Jane Kenyon

&quot;All day the blanket snapped and swelled
on the line, roused by a hot spring wind....
From there it witnessed the first sparrow,
early flies lifting their sticky feet...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>A Mysterious Naked Man</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Mysterious_Naked_Man-6032.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Alden Nowlan</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Mysterious Naked Man by Alden Nowlan

&quot;A mysterious naked man has been reported
on Cranston Avenue. The police are performing
the usual ceremonies with coloured lights and sirens...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:05</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Alden Nowlan</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13354.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Mysterious_Naked_Man-6032.mp3" length="1502197" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>A Mysterious Naked Man by Alden Nowlan

&quot;A mysterious naked man has been reported
on Cranston Avenue. The police are performing
the usual ceremonies with coloured lights and sirens...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>A Challenge To The Dark</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Challenge_To_The_Dark-6031.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Charles Bukowski</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Challenge To The Dark by Charles Bukowski
 
&quot;shot in the eye 
shot in the brain 
shot in the ass 
shot like a flower in the dance...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:30</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Charles Bukowski</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13352.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>A Challenge To The Dark by Charles Bukowski
 
&quot;shot in the eye 
shot in the brain 
shot in the ass 
shot like a flower in the dance...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>In Those Years</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/In_Those_Years-6030.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Adrienne Rich</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>In Those Years by Adrienne Rich

&quot;In those years, people will say, we lost track
of the meaning of we, of you
we found ourselves
reduced to I
and the whole thing became
silly, ironic, terrible...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:26</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Adrienne Rich</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13350.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>In Those Years by Adrienne Rich

&quot;In those years, people will say, we lost track
of the meaning of we, of you
we found ourselves
reduced to I
and the whole thing became
silly, ironic, terrible...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>How To Kill</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/How_To_Kill-6029.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Keith Douglas</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>How To Kill by Keith Douglas

&quot;Under the parabola of a ball,
a child turning into a man,
I looked into the air too long&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:59</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Keith Douglas</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>How To Kill by Keith Douglas

&quot;Under the parabola of a ball,
a child turning into a man,
I looked into the air too long&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Answers</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Answers-6028.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Mark Strand</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Answers by Mark Strand &quot;Why did you travel? Because the house was cold. Why did you travel? Because it is what I have always done between sunset and sunrise...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:07</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Mark Strand</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13346.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Answers by Mark Strand &quot;Why did you travel? Because the house was cold. Why did you travel? Because it is what I have always done between sunset and sunrise...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>A Desolation</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Desolation-6005.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Allen Ginsberg</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Desolation by Allen Ginsberg

Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.

What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I 
will build: wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.

Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear).

And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image?shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:26</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Allen Ginsberg</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 9 Jul 2010 08:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>A Desolation by Allen Ginsberg

Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.

What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I 
will build: wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.

Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear).

And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image?shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>I Do Not Speak</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/I_Do_Not_Speak-6004.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Stevie Smith</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>I Do Not Speak by Stevie Smith

&quot;I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace
And in these heavy days I do not ask for release
I do not ask that suffering shall cease...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:30</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Stevie Smith</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 8 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>I Do Not Speak by Stevie Smith

&quot;I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace
And in these heavy days I do not ask for release
I do not ask that suffering shall cease...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Small Frogs Killed On The Highway</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Small_Frogs_Killed_On-6003.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>James Wright</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Small Frogs Killed On The Highway by James Wright

&quot;Still,
I would leap too
Into the light,
If I had the chance.
It is everything, the wet green stalk of the field
On the other side of the road...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:32</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, James Wright</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 7 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Small Frogs Killed On The Highway by James Wright

&quot;Still,
I would leap too
Into the light,
If I had the chance.
It is everything, the wet green stalk of the field
On the other side of the road...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Riddle</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Riddle-6002.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Richard Wilbur</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Riddle by Richard Wilbur

&quot;Where far in forest I am laid,
In a place ringed around by stones,
Look for no melancholy shade,
And have no thoughts of buried bones...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:09</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Richard Wilbur</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Tue, 6 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Riddle by Richard Wilbur

&quot;Where far in forest I am laid,
In a place ringed around by stones,
Look for no melancholy shade,
And have no thoughts of buried bones...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Dog of Art</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Dog_of_Art-6001.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Denise Levertov</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Dog of Art by Denise Levertov

&quot;That dog with daisies for eyes
who flashes forth
flame of his very self at every bark
is the Dog of Art...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:20</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets poetry, daily poem, Denise Levertov</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13278.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 5 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Dog of Art by Denise Levertov

&quot;That dog with daisies for eyes
who flashes forth
flame of his very self at every bark
is the Dog of Art...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>May</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/May-6000.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Christina Rossetti </itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>May by Christina Rossetti

&quot;I cannot tell you how it was,
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and sunny day
When May was young; ah, pleasant May...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:25</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets poetry, daily poem, Christina Rossetti</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13276.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 4 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>May by Christina Rossetti

&quot;I cannot tell you how it was,
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and sunny day
When May was young; ah, pleasant May...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Spring in New Hampshire</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Spring_in_New_Hampshire-5999.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Claude McKay</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Spring in New Hampshire by Claude McKay
  
&quot;Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:24</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Claude McKay</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13274.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 3 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Spring in New Hampshire by Claude McKay
  
&quot;Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>A Dream Within A Dream</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Dream_Within_A_Dream-5998.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Edgar Allan Poe</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
 
&quot;Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:45</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets poetry, daily poem, Edgar Allan Poe</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13272.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 2 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
 
&quot;Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>November 6</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/November_6-5997.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>David Lehman</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>November 6 by David Lehman

&quot;Remember when Khrushchev said
&quot;We will bury you!&quot;
on the cover
of Time
I thought he was
employing a metaphor...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:10</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets poetry, daily poem, David Lehman</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13270.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 1 Jul 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>November 6 by David Lehman

&quot;Remember when Khrushchev said
&quot;We will bury you!&quot;
on the cover
of Time
I thought he was
employing a metaphor...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>A Sort Of A Song</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Sort_Of_A_Song-5996.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>William Carlos Williams</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Sort Of A Song by William Carlos Williams

&quot;Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:12</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets poetry, daily poem, William Carlos Williams</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13268.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>A Sort Of A Song by William Carlos Williams

&quot;Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>In a Garden</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/In_a_Garden-5995.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Elizabeth Jennings</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>In a Garden by Elizabeth Jennings

&quot;When the gardener has gone this garden
Looks wistful and seems waiting an event.
It is so spruce, a metaphor of Eden
And even more so since the gardener went...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:33</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets poetry, daily poem, Elizabeth Jennings</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13266.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>In a Garden by Elizabeth Jennings

&quot;When the gardener has gone this garden
Looks wistful and seems waiting an event.
It is so spruce, a metaphor of Eden
And even more so since the gardener went...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Don&#39;t Let That Horse</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Dont_Let_That_Horse-5994.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Lawrence Ferlinghetti</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Don&#39;t Let That Horse by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

&quot;Don&#39;t let that horse
         eat that violin
cried Chagall&#39;s mother

             But he
        kept right on
             painting...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:14</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets poetry, daily poem, Lawrence Ferlinghetti</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13264.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Don&#39;t Let That Horse by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

&quot;Don&#39;t let that horse
         eat that violin
cried Chagall&#39;s mother

             But he
        kept right on
             painting...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Peace of Wild Things</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Peace_of_Wild-5993.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Wendell Berry</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry
 
&quot;When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children&#39;s lives may be&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:26</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Wendell Berry</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13262.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry
 
&quot;When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children&#39;s lives may be&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>So Now?</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/So_Now-5992.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Charles Bukowski</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>So Now? by Charles Bukowski
 
&quot;The words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums.
I am waiting to live,
waiting to die&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:29</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poem, poets, poetry, daily poem, Charles Bukowski</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13260.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>So Now? by Charles Bukowski
 
&quot;The words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums.
I am waiting to live,
waiting to die&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Always Marry An April Girl</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Always_Marry_An_April-5991.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Ogden Nash</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Always Marry An April Girl by Ogden Nash

&quot;Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:12</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Ogden Nash</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13258.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Always Marry An April Girl by Ogden Nash

&quot;Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Considering The Snail</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Considering_The_Snail-5990.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Thom Gunn</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Considering The Snail by Thom Gunn &quot;The snail pushes through a green night, for the grass is heavy with water and meets over the bright path he makes, where rain has darkened the earth&#39;s dark&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:29</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Thom Gunn</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13256.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Considering_The_Snail-5990.mp3" length="1079960" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Considering The Snail by Thom Gunn &quot;The snail pushes through a green night, for the grass is heavy with water and meets over the bright path he makes, where rain has darkened the earth&#39;s dark&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Common Things</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Common_Things-5950.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Paul Laurence Dunbar</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Common Things by Paul Laurence Dunbar
  
&quot;I like to hear of wealth and gold, 
And El Doradoes in their glory; 
I like for silks and satins bold 
To sweep and rustle through a story&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:42</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Paul Laurence Dunbar</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13175.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Common_Things-5950.mp3" length="1231452" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Common Things by Paul Laurence Dunbar
  
&quot;I like to hear of wealth and gold, 
And El Doradoes in their glory; 
I like for silks and satins bold 
To sweep and rustle through a story&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>I hear the oriole&#39;s always-grieving voice</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/I_hear_the_orioles-5949.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Anna Akhmatova</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>I hear the oriole&#39;s always-grieving voice by Anna Akhmatova

&quot;I hear the oriole&#39;s always-grieving voice, 
And the rich summer&#39;s welcome loss I hear 
In the sickle&#39;s serpentine hiss 
Cutting the corn&#39;s ear tightly pressed to ear&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:28</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Anna Akhmatova</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13173.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>I hear the oriole&#39;s always-grieving voice by Anna Akhmatova

&quot;I hear the oriole&#39;s always-grieving voice, 
And the rich summer&#39;s welcome loss I hear 
In the sickle&#39;s serpentine hiss 
Cutting the corn&#39;s ear tightly pressed to ear&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>A Red Flower</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Red_Flower-5948.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Claude McKay</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Red Flower by Claude McKay
  
&quot;Your lips are like a southern lily red, 
Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, 
In which the brown bee buries deep its head, 
When still the dawn&#39;s a silver sea of light&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:57</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Claude McKay</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>A Red Flower by Claude McKay
  
&quot;Your lips are like a southern lily red, 
Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, 
In which the brown bee buries deep its head, 
When still the dawn&#39;s a silver sea of light&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Men At Forty</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Men_At_Forty-5947.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Donald Justice</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Men At Forty by Donald Justice
   
&quot;Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to...&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:34</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Donald Justice</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13169.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Men At Forty by Donald Justice
   
&quot;Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to...&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Tom&#39;s Little Dog</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Toms_Little_Dog-5946.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Walter de la Mare</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Tom&#39;s Little Dog by Walter de la Mare

&quot;Tom told his dog called Tim to beg, 
And up at once he sat, 
His two clear amber eyes fixed fast, 
His haunches on his mat&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:20</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Walter de la Mare</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13168.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Tom&#39;s Little Dog by Walter de la Mare

&quot;Tom told his dog called Tim to beg, 
And up at once he sat, 
His two clear amber eyes fixed fast, 
His haunches on his mat&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Love Sonnet XVII</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Love_Sonnet_XVII-5945.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Pablo Neruda</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

&quot;I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:44</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Pablo Neruda, sonnets</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13167.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

&quot;I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>There is a June when Corn is cut</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/There_is_a_June_when-5944.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Emily Dickinson</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>There is a June when Corn is cut by Emily Dickinson

&quot;There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed 
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:27</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Emily Dickinson</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13165.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>There is a June when Corn is cut by Emily Dickinson

&quot;There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed 
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Assurance</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Assurance-5925.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Emma Lazarus</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Assurance by Emma Lazarus
  
&quot;Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss 
Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed 
Together in my dream, through some dim glade&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:41</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Emma Lazarus</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13123.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Assurance by Emma Lazarus
  
&quot;Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss 
Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed 
Together in my dream, through some dim glade&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Crossing The Bar</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Crossing_The_Bar-5924.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Alfred Lord Tennyson</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Crossing The Bar by Alfred Lord Tennyson

&quot;Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:28</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Alfred Lord Tennyson</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13121.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Crossing The Bar by Alfred Lord Tennyson

&quot;Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Sea Shell</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Sea_Shell-5923.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Amy Lowell </itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Sea Shell by Amy Lowell
    
&quot;Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing me a song, O Please!
A song of ships, and sailor men,
And parrots, and tropical trees&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:11</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Amy Lowell</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13119.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Sea Shell by Amy Lowell
    
&quot;Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing me a song, O Please!
A song of ships, and sailor men,
And parrots, and tropical trees&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>When The Sun Come After Rain</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/When_The_Sun_Come-5922.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Robert Louis Stevenson</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>When The Sun Come After Rain by Robert Louis Stevenson &quot;When the sun comes after rain And the bird is in the blue, The girls go down the lane Two by two&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:22</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Robert Louis Stevenson</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13111.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/When_The_Sun_Come-5922.mp3" length="999206" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>When The Sun Come After Rain by Robert Louis Stevenson &quot;When the sun comes after rain And the bird is in the blue, The girls go down the lane Two by two&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>&quot;Who&#39;s In The Next Room?&quot;</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Whos_In_The_Next-5921b.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Thomas Hardy</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>&quot;Who&#39;s In The Next Room?&quot; by Thomas Hardy

&quot;Who&#39;s in the next room?--who??I seemed to see?Somebody in the dawning passing through,?Unknown to me.&quot;?&quot;Nay: you saw nought. He passed invisibly&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:42</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Thomas Hardy</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13117.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>&quot;Who&#39;s In The Next Room?&quot; by Thomas Hardy

&quot;Who&#39;s in the next room?--who??I seemed to see?Somebody in the dawning passing through,?Unknown to me.&quot;?&quot;Nay: you saw nought. He passed invisibly&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>In the shadow of a broken house</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/In_the_shadow_of_a-5920.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Laurence Binyon</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>In the shadow of a broken house by Laurence Binyon

&quot;In the shadow of a broken house, 
Down a deserted street, 
Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs, 
And the silence of dead feet&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:20</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Laurence Binyon</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13113.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>In the shadow of a broken house by Laurence Binyon

&quot;In the shadow of a broken house, 
Down a deserted street, 
Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs, 
And the silence of dead feet&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Wild Flower&#39;s Song</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Wild_Flowers_Song-5919.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>William Blake</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Wild Flower&#39;s Song by William Blake
 
&quot;As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:09</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, William Blake</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13109.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Wild_Flowers_Song-5919.mp3" length="835507" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>The Wild Flower&#39;s Song by William Blake
 
&quot;As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Storm Windows</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Storm_Windows-5896.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Howard Nemerov</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Storm Windows by Howard Nemerov

&quot;People are putting up storm windows now,
Or were, this morning, until the heavy rain
Drove them indoors. So, coming home at noon,
I saw storm windows lying on the ground&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:46</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Howard Nemerov</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13061.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 9 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Storm_Windows-5896.mp3" length="1276211" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Storm Windows by Howard Nemerov

&quot;People are putting up storm windows now,
Or were, this morning, until the heavy rain
Drove them indoors. So, coming home at noon,
I saw storm windows lying on the ground&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Borderland</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Borderland-5895.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Amy Levy</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Borderland by Amy Levy

&quot;Am I waking, am I sleeping?
As the first faint dawn comes creeping
Thro&#39; the pane, I am aware
Of an unseen presence hovering&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:28</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Amy Levy</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13059.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 8 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Borderland-5895.mp3" length="1064936" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Borderland by Amy Levy

&quot;Am I waking, am I sleeping?
As the first faint dawn comes creeping
Thro&#39; the pane, I am aware
Of an unseen presence hovering&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Pear Tree</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Pear_Tree-5894.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Hilda Doolittle</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Pear Tree by Hilda Doolittle

&quot;Silver dust 
lifted from the earth, 
higher than my arms reach, 
you have mounted. 
O silver,
higher than my arms reach 
you front us with great mass&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:17</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Hilda Doolittle</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13057.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 7 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Pear_Tree-5894.mp3" length="932537" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Pear Tree by Hilda Doolittle

&quot;Silver dust 
lifted from the earth, 
higher than my arms reach, 
you have mounted. 
O silver,
higher than my arms reach 
you front us with great mass&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>There Was a Cherry-Tree</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/There_Was_a_CherryTree-5893.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>James Whitcomb Riley</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>There Was a Cherry-Tree by James Whitcomb Riley

&quot;There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows 
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows 
No more its airy visions of pure joy -- 
As when you were a boy&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:41</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, James Whitcomb Riley</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Sun, 6 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>There Was a Cherry-Tree by James Whitcomb Riley

&quot;There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows 
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows 
No more its airy visions of pure joy -- 
As when you were a boy&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Day-Breakers</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_DayBreakers-5892.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Arna Bontemps</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Day-Breakers by Arna Bontemps
   
&quot;We are not come to wage a strife
With swords upon this hill,
It is not wise to waste the life
Against a stubborn will.
Yet would we die as some have done.
Beating a way for the rising sun.&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:02</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Arna Bontemps</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13053.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 5 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_DayBreakers-5892.mp3" length="755692" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>The Day-Breakers by Arna Bontemps
   
&quot;We are not come to wage a strife
With swords upon this hill,
It is not wise to waste the life
Against a stubborn will.
Yet would we die as some have done.
Beating a way for the rising sun.&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>All in June</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/All_in_June-5891.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>William Henry Davies</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>All in June by William Henry Davies
  
&quot;A week ago I had a fire 
To warm my feet, my hands and face; 
Cold winds, that never make a friend, 
Crept in and out of every place&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:20</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, William Henry Davies</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13051.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 4 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/All_in_June-5891.mp3" length="968532" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>All in June by William Henry Davies
  
&quot;A week ago I had a fire 
To warm my feet, my hands and face; 
Cold winds, that never make a friend, 
Crept in and out of every place&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/My_Dreams_My_Works-5890.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Gwendolyn Brooks</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell by 
Gwendolyn Brooks

&quot;I hold my honey and I store my bread 
In little jars and cabinets of my will. 
I label clearly, and each latch and lid 
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:36</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Gwendolyn Brooks</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13049.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 3 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/My_Dreams_My_Works-5890.mp3" length="1160401" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell by 
Gwendolyn Brooks

&quot;I hold my honey and I store my bread 
In little jars and cabinets of my will. 
I label clearly, and each latch and lid 
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Night</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Night-5873.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>William Blake</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Night by William Blake

&quot;The sun descending in the west.
The evening star does shine.
The birds are silent in their nest&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:46</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, William Blake</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 2 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Night by William Blake

&quot;The sun descending in the west.
The evening star does shine.
The birds are silent in their nest&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Wraith</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Wraith-5872.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Edna St. Vincent Millay</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Wraith by Edna St. Vincent Millay
 
&quot;Thin Rain, whom are you haunting,
That you haunt my door?&quot;
?Surely it is not I she&#39;s wanting;
Someone living here before&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:54</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Edna St. Vincent Millay</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13010.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 1 Jun 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Wraith by Edna St. Vincent Millay
 
&quot;Thin Rain, whom are you haunting,
That you haunt my door?&quot;
?Surely it is not I she&#39;s wanting;
Someone living here before&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>The Elves</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Elves-5871.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Denise Levertov</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Elves by Denise Levertov
 
&quot;Elves are no smaller
than men, and walk
as men do, in this world,
but with more grace than most,
and are not immortal&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:15</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Denise Levertov</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13008.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Elves by Denise Levertov
 
&quot;Elves are no smaller
than men, and walk
as men do, in this world,
but with more grace than most,
and are not immortal&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Animals</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Animals-5870.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Edwin Muir</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Animals by Edwin Muir

&quot;They do not live in the world, 
Are not in time and space. 
From birth to death hurled&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:37</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Edwin Muir</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13007.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Animals by Edwin Muir

&quot;They do not live in the world, 
Are not in time and space. 
From birth to death hurled&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>Colloquy</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Colloquy-5869.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Weldon Kees</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Colloquy by Weldon Kees

&quot;In the broken light, in owl weather,
Webs on the lawn where the leaves end,
I took the thin moon and the sky for cover
To pick the cat&#39;s brains and descend&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:41</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Weldon Kees</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13005.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 29 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Colloquy by Weldon Kees

&quot;In the broken light, in owl weather,
Webs on the lawn where the leaves end,
I took the thin moon and the sky for cover
To pick the cat&#39;s brains and descend&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Round-Pond</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/RoundPond-5868.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Richard Aldington</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Round-Pond by Richard Aldington

&quot;Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind 
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks 
Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:30</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Richard Aldington</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13003.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Round-Pond by Richard Aldington

&quot;Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind 
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks 
Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Child Is Father To The Man</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Child_Is_Father_To-5867.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Ted Hughes</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Child Is Father To The Man by Ted Hughes
 
&quot;The child is father to the man.&#39; 
How can he be? The words are wild. 
Suck any sense from that who can: 
&#39;The child is father to the man&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:13</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Ted Hughes</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-13000.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Child Is Father To The Man by Ted Hughes
 
&quot;The child is father to the man.&#39; 
How can he be? The words are wild. 
Suck any sense from that who can: 
&#39;The child is father to the man&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Poor Earth</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Poor_Earth-5848.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Elinor Wylie</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Poor Earth by Elinor Wylie
    
&quot;It is not heaven: bitter seed 
Leavens its entrails with despair 
It is a star where dragons breed: 
Devils have a footing there&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:20</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Elinor Wylie</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12959.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Poor Earth by Elinor Wylie
    
&quot;It is not heaven: bitter seed 
Leavens its entrails with despair 
It is a star where dragons breed: 
Devils have a footing there&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>May Morning</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/May_Morning-5847.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>James Wright</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>May Morning by James Wright
 
&quot;Deep into spring, winter is hanging on. Bitter and skillful in his
hopelessness, he stays alive in every shady place&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:31</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, James Wright</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12957.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/May_Morning-5847.mp3" length="1098114" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>May Morning by James Wright
 
&quot;Deep into spring, winter is hanging on. Bitter and skillful in his
hopelessness, he stays alive in every shady place&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Fallen Angels</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Fallen_Angels-5846.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Anne Sexton</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Fallen Angels by Anne Sexton

&quot;They come on to my clean
sheet of paper and leave a Rorschach blot.
They do not do this to be mean,
they do it to give me a sign&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:05</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Anne Sexton</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12955.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Fallen Angels by Anne Sexton

&quot;They come on to my clean
sheet of paper and leave a Rorschach blot.
They do not do this to be mean,
they do it to give me a sign&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>When I Met My Muse</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/When_I_Met_My_Muse-5845.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>William Stafford</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>When I Met My Muse by William Stafford

&quot;I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:20</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, William Stafford</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12953.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>When I Met My Muse by William Stafford

&quot;I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Children&#39;s Party</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Childrens_Party-5844.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Ogden Nash</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Children&#39;s Party by Ogden Nash

&quot;May I join you in the doghouse, Rover?
I wish to retire till the party&#39;s over.
Since three o&#39;clock I&#39;ve done my best
To entertain each tiny guest. My conscience now I&#39;ve left behind me,
And if they want me, let them find me&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>2:28</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Ogden Nash</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12952.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Childrens_Party-5844.mp3" length="1779202" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Children&#39;s Party by Ogden Nash

&quot;May I join you in the doghouse, Rover?
I wish to retire till the party&#39;s over.
Since three o&#39;clock I&#39;ve done my best
To entertain each tiny guest. My conscience now I&#39;ve left behind me,
And if they want me, let them find me&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>My Sad Captains</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/My_Sad_Captains-5843.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Thom Gunn</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>My Sad Captains by Thom Gunn
 
&quot;One by one they appear in
the darkness: a few friends, and
a few with historical 
names. How late they start to shine!
but before they fade they stand
perfectly embodied, all&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:33</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Thom Gunn</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12950.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/My_Sad_Captains-5843.mp3" length="1115955" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>My Sad Captains by Thom Gunn
 
&quot;One by one they appear in
the darkness: a few friends, and
a few with historical 
names. How late they start to shine!
but before they fade they stand
perfectly embodied, all&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Girl in a Cage</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Girl_in_a_Cage-5842.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Carl Sandburg</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Girl in a Cage by Carl Sandburg

&quot;Here in a cage the dollars come down.
To the click of a tube the dollars tumble.
And out of a mouth the dollars run&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:15</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Carl Sandburg</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12949.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Girl_in_a_Cage-5842.mp3" length="903741" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Girl in a Cage by Carl Sandburg

&quot;Here in a cage the dollars come down.
To the click of a tube the dollars tumble.
And out of a mouth the dollars run&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Wanderers</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Wanderers-5820.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Walter de la Mare</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Wanderers by Walter de la Mare

&quot;Wide are the meadows of night, 
And daisies are shining there, 
Tossing their lovely dews, 
Lustrous and fair&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:16</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Walter de la Mare</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12901.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Wanderers-5820.mp3" length="925025" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Wanderers by Walter de la Mare

&quot;Wide are the meadows of night, 
And daisies are shining there, 
Tossing their lovely dews, 
Lustrous and fair&quot;...</description>
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				<item>
					<title>One Flesh</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/One_Flesh-5819.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Elizabeth Jennings</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>One Flesh by Elizabeth Jennings
 
&quot;Lying apart now, each in a separate bed, 
He with a book, keeping the light on late, 
She like a girl dreaming of childhood&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:51</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Elizabeth Jennings</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12899.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/One_Flesh-5819.mp3" length="1342254" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>One Flesh by Elizabeth Jennings
 
&quot;Lying apart now, each in a separate bed, 
He with a book, keeping the light on late, 
She like a girl dreaming of childhood&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Town Marshal</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Town_Marshal-5818.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Edgar Lee Masters</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Town Marshal by Edgar Lee Masters
 
&quot;The Prohibitionists made me Town Marshal
When the saloons were voted out,
Because when I was a drinking man,
Before I joined the church, I killed a Swede
At the saw-mill near Maple Grove&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:35</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Edgar Lee Masters</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12897.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Town_Marshal-5818.mp3" length="1155080" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>The Town Marshal by Edgar Lee Masters
 
&quot;The Prohibitionists made me Town Marshal
When the saloons were voted out,
Because when I was a drinking man,
Before I joined the church, I killed a Swede
At the saw-mill near Maple Grove&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Hinged To Forgetfulness Like A Door</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Hinged_To-5817.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Richard Brautigan</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Hinged To Forgetfulness Like A Door by Richard Brautigan

&quot;Hinged to forgetfulness 
like a door, 
she slowly closed out of 
sight, 
and she was the woman I loved, 
but too many times she slept like 
a mechanical deer in my caresses, 
and I ached in the metal silence 
of her dreams.&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:05</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Richard Brautigan</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12895.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Hinged_To-5817.mp3" length="795443" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Hinged To Forgetfulness Like A Door by Richard Brautigan

&quot;Hinged to forgetfulness 
like a door, 
she slowly closed out of 
sight, 
and she was the woman I loved, 
but too many times she slept like 
a mechanical deer in my caresses, 
and I ached in the metal silence 
of her dreams.&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>When I Was Young the Silk</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/When_I_Was_Young_the-5816.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>A. R. Ammons</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>When I Was Young the Silk by A. R. Ammons

&quot;When I was young the silk
of my mind
hard as a peony head
unfurled
and wind bloomed the parachute&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:14</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, A. R. Ammons</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12893.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/When_I_Was_Young_the-5816.mp3" length="899046" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>When I Was Young the Silk by A. R. Ammons

&quot;When I was young the silk
of my mind
hard as a peony head
unfurled
and wind bloomed the parachute&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Sonnet (1928)</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Sonnet_1928-5815.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Elizabeth Bishop</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Sonnet (1928) by Elizabeth Bishop

&quot;I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:37</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Elizabeth Bishop</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12891.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Sonnet_1928-5815.mp3" length="1174799" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Sonnet (1928) by Elizabeth Bishop

&quot;I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>An Old Man</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/An_Old_Man-5814.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Constantine P. Cavafy</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>An Old Man by Constantine P. Cavafy
  
&quot;At the back of the noisy caf�
bent over a table sits an old man;
a newspaper in front of him, without company&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:50</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Constantine P. Cavafy</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
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					<pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>An Old Man by Constantine P. Cavafy
  
&quot;At the back of the noisy caf�
bent over a table sits an old man;
a newspaper in front of him, without company&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Rose Family - Song II</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Rose_Family__Song-5794.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Louisa May Alcott</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Rose Family - Song II by Louisa May Alcott

&quot;O lesson well and wisely taught 
Stay with me to the last, 
That all my life may better be 
For the trial that is past&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:30</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Louisa May Alcott</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12847.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>The Rose Family - Song II by Louisa May Alcott

&quot;O lesson well and wisely taught 
Stay with me to the last, 
That all my life may better be 
For the trial that is past&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>A Bird came down the Walk</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/A_Bird_came_down_the-5793.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Emily Dickinson</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>A Bird came down the Walk by Emily Dickinson

&quot;A Bird came down the Walk --
He did not know I saw --
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:33</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Emily Dickinson</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12845.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>A Bird came down the Walk by Emily Dickinson

&quot;A Bird came down the Walk --
He did not know I saw --
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Ring of Stars</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Ring_of_Stars-5792.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Robert Desnos</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>he Ring of Stars by Robert Desnos

&quot;In order to make a star with five branches
Where six would have been the same
A circle must first be drawn&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:18</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Robert Desnos</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12843.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Ring_of_Stars-5792.mp3" length="937858" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>he Ring of Stars by Robert Desnos

&quot;In order to make a star with five branches
Where six would have been the same
A circle must first be drawn&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Heart of Copper</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Heart_of_Copper-5791.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Edward Dorn</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Heart of Copper by Edward Dorn

&quot;The Candidate, answering a question
about El Salvador, generalized
by saying he thought
we should support human rights
everywhere they were being abrogated--
South Korea, South Africa
or South Yemen. He didn&#39;t have
the moral perspicuity
to mention South Dakota.
Perhaps it&#39;s too far north.&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:08</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Edward Dorn</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12841.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 9 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Heart_of_Copper-5791.mp3" length="822361" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Heart of Copper by Edward Dorn

&quot;The Candidate, answering a question
about El Salvador, generalized
by saying he thought
we should support human rights
everywhere they were being abrogated--
South Korea, South Africa
or South Yemen. He didn&#39;t have
the moral perspicuity
to mention South Dakota.
Perhaps it&#39;s too far north.&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Request to a Year</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Request_to_a_Year-5790.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Judith Wright</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Request to a Year by Judith Wright

&quot;If the year is meditating a suitable gift, 
I should like it to be the attitude 
of my great- great- grandmother, 
legendary devotee of the arts&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:55</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Judith Wright</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12840.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 8 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Request to a Year by Judith Wright

&quot;If the year is meditating a suitable gift, 
I should like it to be the attitude 
of my great- great- grandmother, 
legendary devotee of the arts&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Curse</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Curse-5789.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>John Berryman</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Curse by John Berryman

&quot;Cedars and the westward sun.
The darkening sky. A man alone
Watches beside the fallen wall&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:41</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, John Berryman</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12839.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 7 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Curse-5789.mp3" length="1226444" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>The Curse by John Berryman

&quot;Cedars and the westward sun.
The darkening sky. A man alone
Watches beside the fallen wall&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Once, I knew a fine song</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Once_I_knew_a_fine-5788.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Stephen Crane</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Once, I knew a fine song by Stephen Crane
   
&quot;Once, I knew a fine song,
-- It is true, believe me --
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:09</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Stephen Crane</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12837.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 6 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Once, I knew a fine song by Stephen Crane
   
&quot;Once, I knew a fine song,
-- It is true, believe me --
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Cut Grass</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Cut_Grass-5767.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Philip Larkin</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Cut Grass by Philip Larkin

&quot;Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:14</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Philip Larkin</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12791.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 5 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Cut_Grass-5767.mp3" length="888404" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Cut Grass by Philip Larkin

&quot;Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Influence</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Influence-5766.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Emma Lazarus</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Influence by Emma Lazarus

The fervent, pale-faced Mother ere she sleep, 
Looks out upon the zigzag-lighted square, 
The beautiful bare trees, the blue night-air, 
The revelation of the star-strewn deep&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:38</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Emma Lazarus</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12789.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 4 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Influence-5766.mp3" length="1185128" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Influence by Emma Lazarus

The fervent, pale-faced Mother ere she sleep, 
Looks out upon the zigzag-lighted square, 
The beautiful bare trees, the blue night-air, 
The revelation of the star-strewn deep&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Fair And Unfair</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Fair_And_Unfair-5765.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Robert Francis</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Fair And Unfair by Robert Francis

&quot;The beautiful is fair. The just is fair.
Yet one is commonplace and one is rare,
One everywhere, one scarcely anywhere&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:08</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Robert Francis</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12787.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 3 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Fair_And_Unfair-5765.mp3" length="820796" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Fair And Unfair by Robert Francis

&quot;The beautiful is fair. The just is fair.
Yet one is commonplace and one is rare,
One everywhere, one scarcely anywhere&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>At Blackwater Pond</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/At_Blackwater_Pond-5764.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Mary Oliver</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>At Blackwater Pond by Mary Oliver
 
&quot;At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled 
after a night of rain. 
I dip my cupped hands. I drink 
a long time. It tastes 
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold 
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them 
deep inside me, whispering 
oh what is that beautiful thing 
that just happened?&quot;</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:13</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Mary Oliver</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12785.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 2 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/At_Blackwater_Pond-5764.mp3" length="890282" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>At Blackwater Pond by Mary Oliver
 
&quot;At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled 
after a night of rain. 
I dip my cupped hands. I drink 
a long time. It tastes 
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold 
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them 
deep inside me, whispering 
oh what is that beautiful thing 
that just happened?&quot;</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Why Should A Foolish Marriage Vow</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Why_Should_A_Foolish-5763.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>John Dryden</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Why Should A Foolish Marriage Vow by John Dryden

&quot;Why should a foolish marriage vow, 
Which long ago was made,
Oblige us to each other now
When passion is decay&#39;d&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:31</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, John Dryden</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12784.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sat, 1 May 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Why_Should_A_Foolish-5763.mp3" length="1104061" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Why Should A Foolish Marriage Vow by John Dryden

&quot;Why should a foolish marriage vow, 
Which long ago was made,
Oblige us to each other now
When passion is decay&#39;d&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Breathing</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Breathing-5762.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Denise Levertov</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Breathing by Denise Levertov

&quot;An absolute
patience.
Trees stand
up to their knees in
fog. The fog
slowly flows
uphill.
White
cobwebs, the grass 
leaning where deer 
have looked for apples&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:16</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Denise Levertov</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12783.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Breathing-5762.mp3" length="922208" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>The Breathing by Denise Levertov

&quot;An absolute
patience.
Trees stand
up to their knees in
fog. The fog
slowly flows
uphill.
White
cobwebs, the grass 
leaning where deer 
have looked for apples&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Forgetfulness</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Forgetfulness-5761.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Hart Crane</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Forgetfulness by Hart Crane

&quot;Forgetfulness is like a song 
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. 
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled, 
Outspread and motionless&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:21</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Hart Crane</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12781.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Forgetfulness-5761.mp3" length="981678" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Forgetfulness by Hart Crane

&quot;Forgetfulness is like a song 
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. 
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled, 
Outspread and motionless&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show </title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/On_Going_Back_To_The-5744.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Charles Bukowski</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show 
by Charles Bukowski
  
&quot;they talk down through
the centuries to us,
and this we need more and more,
the statues and paintings
in midnight age
as we go along
holding dead hands&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:30</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Charles Bukowski</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12733.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/On_Going_Back_To_The-5744.mp3" length="1090289" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show 
by Charles Bukowski
  
&quot;they talk down through
the centuries to us,
and this we need more and more,
the statues and paintings
in midnight age
as we go along
holding dead hands&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Full Moon and Little Frieda</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Full_Moon_and_Little-5743.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Ted Hughes</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Full Moon and Little Frieda by Ted Hughes

&quot;A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -
And you listening.
A spider&#39;s web, tense for the dew&#39;s touch&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:31</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Ted Hughes</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12731.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Full_Moon_and_Little-5743.mp3" length="1095923" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Full Moon and Little Frieda by Ted Hughes

&quot;A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -
And you listening.
A spider&#39;s web, tense for the dew&#39;s touch&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>The Amulet</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Amulet-5742.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Ralph Waldo Emerson</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>The Amulet by Ralph Waldo Emerson

&quot;Your picture smiles as first it smiled,
The ring you gave is still the same,
Your letter tells, O changing child,
No tidings since it came&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:20</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Ralph Waldo Emerson</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12727.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/The_Amulet-5742.mp3" length="965089" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>The Amulet by Ralph Waldo Emerson

&quot;Your picture smiles as first it smiled,
The ring you gave is still the same,
Your letter tells, O changing child,
No tidings since it came&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>Music, When Soft Voices Die</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Music_When_Soft-5741a.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Percy B. Shelley</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>Music, When Soft Voices Die by Percy B. Shelley

&quot;Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory -- 
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:13</itunes:duration>
					<itunes:keywords>poems, poets, poetry, daily poem, Percy B. Shelley</itunes:keywords>
					<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
					<guid isPermaLink="false">sonibyte-12749.mp3</guid>
					<pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
					<enclosure url="http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/Music_When_Soft-5741a.mp3" length="878075" type="audio/x-mp3" />
					<description>Music, When Soft Voices Die by Percy B. Shelley

&quot;Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory -- 
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken&quot;...</description>
				</item>
				<item>
					<title>To Memory</title>
					<link>http://audio.sonibyte.com/audio/To_Memory-5740a.mp3</link>
					<itunes:author>Mary Elizabeth Coleridge</itunes:author>
					<itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle>
					<itunes:summary>To Memory by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

&quot;Strange Power, I know not what thou art, 
Murderer or mistress of my heart. 
I know I&#39;d rather meet the blow 
Of my most unrelenting foe 
Than live---as now I live---to be 
Slain twenty times a day by thee&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:24</itunes:duration>
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&quot;Strange Power, I know not what thou art, 
Murderer or mistress of my heart. 
I know I&#39;d rather meet the blow 
Of my most unrelenting foe 
Than live---as now I live---to be 
Slain twenty times a day by thee&quot;...</description>
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					<title>The Dictators</title>
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					<itunes:author>Pablo Neruda</itunes:author>
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					<itunes:summary>The Dictators by Pablo Neruda

&quot;An odor has remained among the sugarcane:
a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating
petal that brings nausea&quot;...</itunes:summary>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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&quot;An odor has remained among the sugarcane:
a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating
petal that brings nausea&quot;...</description>
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					<title>Meeting At Night</title>
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					<itunes:author>Robert Browning</itunes:author>
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					<itunes:summary>Meeting At Night by Robert Browning

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low&quot;...</itunes:summary>
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The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low&quot;...</description>
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					<title>Trees</title>
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					<itunes:author>Joyce Kilmer</itunes:author>
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					<itunes:summary>Trees by Joyce Kilmer

&quot;I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth&#39;s sweet flowing breast&quot;...</itunes:summary>
					<itunes:duration>1:18</itunes:duration>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 05:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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					<description>Trees by Joyce Kilmer

&quot;I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth&#39;s sweet flowing breast&quot;...</description>
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