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		<title>By: Nimesh Dadia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nimesh Dadia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 11:29:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Profound! I was taken aback with a mild jolt and than left motionless and speechless by the last Four lines. They hit like a dagger int he darkness of the heart. 

Nimesh</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Profound! I was taken aback with a mild jolt and than left motionless and speechless by the last Four lines. They hit like a dagger int he darkness of the heart. </p>
<p>Nimesh</p>
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		<title>By: michele roohani</title>
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		<dc:creator>michele roohani</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 19:54:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>my favorite Paz poem i learned years ago:

My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further nudity
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body

this one&#039;s great too:

I travel your length, like a river
I travel your body, like a forest,
like a mountain path that ends at a cliff
I travel along the edge of your thoughts
and my shadow falls from your white forehead,
my shadow shatters, and I gather the pieces
and go with no body, groping my way...

I travel your body, like the world,
your belly is a plaza full of sun,
your breasts two churches where blood
performs its own, parallel rites,
my glances cover you like ivy,
you are a city the sea assaults,
a stretch of ramparts split by the light
in two halves the color of peaches,
a domain of salt, rocks and birds,
under the rule of oblivious noon...

dressed in the color of my desires,
you go your way naked as my thoughts,
I travel your eyes, like the sea,
tigers drink their dreams in those eyes,
the hummingbird burns in those flames,
I travel your forehead, like the moon,
like the cloud that passes through your thoughts,
I travel your belly, like your dreams

I travel your body, like the world,
your belly is a plaza full of sun,
your breasts two churches where blood
performs its own, parallel rites,
my glances cover you like ivy,
you are a city the sea assaults,
a stretch of ramparts split by the light
in two halves the color of peaches,
a domain of salt, rocks and birds,
under the rule of oblivious noon...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>my favorite Paz poem i learned years ago:</p>
<p>My hands<br />
open the curtains of your being<br />
clothe you in a further nudity<br />
uncover the bodies of your body<br />
My hands<br />
invent another body for your body</p>
<p>this one&#8217;s great too:</p>
<p>I travel your length, like a river<br />
I travel your body, like a forest,<br />
like a mountain path that ends at a cliff<br />
I travel along the edge of your thoughts<br />
and my shadow falls from your white forehead,<br />
my shadow shatters, and I gather the pieces<br />
and go with no body, groping my way&#8230;</p>
<p>I travel your body, like the world,<br />
your belly is a plaza full of sun,<br />
your breasts two churches where blood<br />
performs its own, parallel rites,<br />
my glances cover you like ivy,<br />
you are a city the sea assaults,<br />
a stretch of ramparts split by the light<br />
in two halves the color of peaches,<br />
a domain of salt, rocks and birds,<br />
under the rule of oblivious noon&#8230;</p>
<p>dressed in the color of my desires,<br />
you go your way naked as my thoughts,<br />
I travel your eyes, like the sea,<br />
tigers drink their dreams in those eyes,<br />
the hummingbird burns in those flames,<br />
I travel your forehead, like the moon,<br />
like the cloud that passes through your thoughts,<br />
I travel your belly, like your dreams</p>
<p>I travel your body, like the world,<br />
your belly is a plaza full of sun,<br />
your breasts two churches where blood<br />
performs its own, parallel rites,<br />
my glances cover you like ivy,<br />
you are a city the sea assaults,<br />
a stretch of ramparts split by the light<br />
in two halves the color of peaches,<br />
a domain of salt, rocks and birds,<br />
under the rule of oblivious noon&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Susie</title>
		<link>http://mybanyantree.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/between-going-and-coming/#comment-292</link>
		<dc:creator>Susie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 17:02:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>If only! Sometimes I think we have come too far to be able to return to a more symbiotic state.Most of us feel a connection with nature at some point...but unfortunately the ones in power seem to be too far removed to remember or care. 
Nice poetry. Interesting topic.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If only! Sometimes I think we have come too far to be able to return to a more symbiotic state.Most of us feel a connection with nature at some point&#8230;but unfortunately the ones in power seem to be too far removed to remember or care.<br />
Nice poetry. Interesting topic.</p>
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