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	<title>Comments on: Madmen by Billy Collins</title>
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		<title>By: Doug</title>
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		<author>Doug</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 04:11:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well, if you're trying to avoid a string of ESVM, you could always go to her contemporary, Sara Teasdale!  Less well known, I'd say her heart burnt at two ends, not her candle: she married for security, not the poet she equally loved.  And she did not last the night: a (likely intentional) overdose of pills.  But she remains one of my favorite poets.

Her poem 'Jewels' has been haunting me recently, a fine poem to read when reminiscing late at night about star-crossed love.
 
Jewels
    (Sara Teasdale)

If I should see your eyes again,
 I know how far their look would go --
Back to a morning in the park
 With sapphire shadows on the snow.

Or back to oak trees in the spring
 When you unloosed my hair and kissed
The head that lay against your knees
 In the leaf shadow's amethyst.

And still another shining place
 We would remember -- how the dun
Wild mountain held us on its crest
 One diamond morning white with sun.

But I will turn my eyes from you
 As women turn to put away
The jewels they have worn at night
 And cannot wear in sober day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, if you&#8217;re trying to avoid a string of ESVM, you could always go to her contemporary, Sara Teasdale!  Less well known, I&#8217;d say her heart burnt at two ends, not her candle: she married for security, not the poet she equally loved.  And she did not last the night: a (likely intentional) overdose of pills.  But she remains one of my favorite poets.</p>
<p>Her poem &#8216;Jewels&#8217; has been haunting me recently, a fine poem to read when reminiscing late at night about star-crossed love.</p>
<p>Jewels<br />
    (Sara Teasdale)</p>
<p>If I should see your eyes again,<br />
 I know how far their look would go &#8211;<br />
Back to a morning in the park<br />
 With sapphire shadows on the snow.</p>
<p>Or back to oak trees in the spring<br />
 When you unloosed my hair and kissed<br />
The head that lay against your knees<br />
 In the leaf shadow&#8217;s amethyst.</p>
<p>And still another shining place<br />
 We would remember &#8212; how the dun<br />
Wild mountain held us on its crest<br />
 One diamond morning white with sun.</p>
<p>But I will turn my eyes from you<br />
 As women turn to put away<br />
The jewels they have worn at night<br />
 And cannot wear in sober day.</p>
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