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	<title>Comments on: I speak in magical metaphor</title>
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		<title>By: Simon Banks</title>
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		<dc:creator>Simon Banks</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is a fine poem. Your use of words, Ali, has a real feel to it and there is plenty of meaning. The third verse reminded me of Yeats - &quot;The intellect of man is forced to choose/ Perfection of the life or of the work/ And if it take the latter, must refuse/ A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark&quot; - a half-truth, mind you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a fine poem. Your use of words, Ali, has a real feel to it and there is plenty of meaning. The third verse reminded me of Yeats &#8211; &#8220;The intellect of man is forced to choose/ Perfection of the life or of the work/ And if it take the latter, must refuse/ A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark&#8221; &#8211; a half-truth, mind you.</p>
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		<title>By: afifa</title>
		<link>http://www.penwideawake.com/blog/comment-page-1/#comment-315</link>
		<dc:creator>afifa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 04:59:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Going through this makes me forget myself .But who am i enters me</description>
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		<title>By: Saqib Jang</title>
		<link>http://www.penwideawake.com/blog/comment-page-1/#comment-94</link>
		<dc:creator>Saqib Jang</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2010 00:11:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ali,
I ran across your poems, enjoyed this very much, especially
&quot;my father spoke to me&quot;.

I recently made a trip to Lahore where my mother lives,
got a chance to spend a lot of quality time with her and
am grateful to say that I was able to appreciate the cruz of 
our relationship which is the unconditional love thats there..

regards,
saqib</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ali,<br />
I ran across your poems, enjoyed this very much, especially<br />
&#8220;my father spoke to me&#8221;.</p>
<p>I recently made a trip to Lahore where my mother lives,<br />
got a chance to spend a lot of quality time with her and<br />
am grateful to say that I was able to appreciate the cruz of<br />
our relationship which is the unconditional love thats there..</p>
<p>regards,<br />
saqib</p>
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