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		<description><![CDATA[Reblogged from Sonia Elizabeth Di Placido: Amore                   &#8211; Umberto Saba Ti dico addio quando ti cerco Amore, come il mio tempo e questo grigio vuole. Oh, in te era l’ombra della terra e il sole, e il cuore d’un fanciullo senza cuore. Fanciulla Fanciulla Piacevole l&#8217;eterno gioco deciso, desiderata il giro del&#8217; universo sospeso, sia [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=diplacido.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6177694&amp;post=1198&amp;subd=diplacido&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fanciulla e Amore</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Amore                   &#8211; Umberto Saba Ti dico addio quando ti cerco Amore, come il mio tempo e questo grigio vuole. Oh, in te era l’ombra della terra e il sole, e il cuore d’un fanciullo senza cuore. &#160; Fanciulla Fanciulla Piacevole l&#8217;eterno gioco deciso, desiderata il giro del&#8217; universo sospeso, sia con me e cosi troveremo [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=diplacido.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6177694&amp;post=483&amp;subd=diplacido&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Bernard O’Reilly’s 1883 classic</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 18:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Mirror Of True Womanhood: A Book Of Instruction For Women In The World. http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2011/09/30/map-of-womans-heart/ Not much has changed in over 200 years. Perhaps a bit more convoluted is all. &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; Filed under: Poetry<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=diplacido.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6177694&amp;post=1172&amp;subd=diplacido&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>forfeiting</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 04:49:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[in progress] what do you forfeit? the skin or the hair, the eyes the weekly salad the daily coffee to forfeit the onagain, offagain, onscreen, offscreen relationship? forfeit Filed under: Poetry<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=diplacido.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6177694&amp;post=1168&amp;subd=diplacido&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Shove the Poem</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Let me make this perfectly clear: All I have ever cared about And all you should ever care about Is what happens when you lift your eyes from this page. Do not think for one minute it is the Poem that matters. Is not the Poem that matters. You can shove the Poem. What matters [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=diplacido.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6177694&amp;post=1165&amp;subd=diplacido&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Song of Scivias</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 17:34:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[this needs a major overhaul edit but I'm posting it here anyway, in progress] At first, there could be something illuminating about the exchange as I tell you about the technology, the toys, the phones, gadgets and cars that have replaced the elements, although we are still dependent on those. But the other stuff &#8212; [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=diplacido.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6177694&amp;post=1160&amp;subd=diplacido&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Thirst</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 22:27:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thirst Wine glass, the drinking acumen: it does not matter though it falls within the ritual&#8211;the red jest poking out transparent; the glands longing for hydration&#8211;an obstinate quench. A spirited, vociferous taste of mouth and tongue. The tired swirl adjacent to an acidic holy permission. SD. Matriarchs in The Cantina Filed under: Poetry<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=diplacido.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6177694&amp;post=1153&amp;subd=diplacido&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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