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      <description>Celebrate Poetry! April 29th in honor of National Poetry Month, we hold Poem in Your Pocket Day. People all over the country select a poem, carry it with them , and share it with others. This year you are invited to post your poem on this Padlet and illustrate it if you like.  </description>
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      <pubDate>2022-04-29 23:20:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314) by EMILY DICKINSON</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Hope” is the thing with feathers -</div><div>That perches in the soul -</div><div>And sings the tune without the words -</div><div>And never stops - at all -</div><div><br></div><div>And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -</div><div>And sore must be the storm -</div><div>That could abash the little Bird</div><div>That kept so many warm -</div><div><br></div><div>I’ve heard it in the chillest land -</div><div>And on the strangest Sea -</div><div>Yet - never - in Extremity,</div><div>It asked a crumb - of me.</div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-29 23:36:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Storm Ending&quot; by Jean Toomer</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,&nbsp;<br>Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,&nbsp;<br>Rumbling in the wind,&nbsp;<br>Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . . Full-lipped flowers&nbsp;<br>Bitten by the sun&nbsp;<br>Bleeding rain&nbsp;<br>Dripping rain like golden honey—&nbsp;<br>And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-29 23:40:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;The Eagle&quot; by Alfred Lord Tennyson</title>
         <author>snituama</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/snituama/62js9wybtx3174np/wish/2164969858</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>He clasps the crag with crooked hands;&nbsp;<br>Close to the sun in lonely lands,&nbsp;<br>Ringed with the azure world, he stands.&nbsp;<br>The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;&nbsp;<br>He watches from his mountain walls,&nbsp;<br>And like a thunderbolt he falls.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-29 23:44:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Fog&quot;  by Carl Sandburg</title>
         <author>snituama</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The fog comes on little cat feet.&nbsp;<br>It sits looking&nbsp;<br>over harbor and city&nbsp;<br>on silent haunches&nbsp;<br>and then moves on.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-29 23:53:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;The New Colossus&quot; by Emma Lazarus</title>
         <author>snituama</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,&nbsp;<br>With conquering limbs astride from land to land;&nbsp;<br>Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand&nbsp;<br>A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame&nbsp;<br>Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name&nbsp;<br>Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand&nbsp;<br>Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command&nbsp;<br>The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.&nbsp;<br>“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she&nbsp;<br>With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,&nbsp;<br>Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,&nbsp;<br>The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.&nbsp;<br>Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,&nbsp;<br>I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-29 23:59:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Sea Charm&quot; by Langston Hughes</title>
         <author>snituama</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Sea charm&nbsp;<br>The sea’s own children&nbsp;<br>Do not understand.&nbsp;<br>They know&nbsp;<br>But that the sea is strong&nbsp;<br>Like God’s hand.&nbsp;<br>They know&nbsp;<br>But that sea wind is sweet&nbsp;<br>Like God’s breath,&nbsp;<br>And that the sea holds&nbsp;<br>A wide, deep death&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-30 00:01:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Tanka (I)&quot; by Sadakichi Hartmann</title>
         <author>snituama</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/snituama/62js9wybtx3174np/wish/2164978403</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Winter? Spring? Who knows?&nbsp;<br>White buds from the plumtrees wing&nbsp;<br>And mingle with the snows.&nbsp;<br>No blue skies these flowers bring,&nbsp;<br>Yet their fragrance augurs Spring.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-30 00:04:16 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening&quot; by Robert Frost</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Whose woods these are I think I know.&nbsp;<br>His house is in the village though;&nbsp;<br>He will not see me stopping here&nbsp;<br>To watch his woods fill up with snow.&nbsp;<br><br>My little horse must think it queer&nbsp;<br>To stop without a farmhouse near&nbsp;<br>Between the woods and frozen lake&nbsp;<br>The darkest evening of the year.&nbsp;<br><br>He gives his harness bells a shake&nbsp;<br>To ask if there is some mistake.&nbsp;<br>The only other sound’s the sweep&nbsp;<br>Of easy wind and downy flake.&nbsp;<br><br>The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.&nbsp;<br>But I have promises to keep,&nbsp;<br>And miles to go before I sleep,&nbsp;<br>And miles to go before I sleep.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-30 00:07:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Life&quot;  by Paul Laurence Dunbar</title>
         <author>snituama</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,&nbsp;<br>A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,&nbsp;<br>A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,&nbsp;<br>And never a laugh but the moans come double;&nbsp;<br>And that is life!&nbsp;<br>A crust and a corner that love makes precious,&nbsp;<br>With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us;&nbsp;<br>And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,&nbsp;<br>And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;&nbsp;<br>And that is life!&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-30 00:19:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Moonrise&quot;  by H.D.</title>
         <author>snituama</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Will you glimmer on the sea?&nbsp;<br>Will you fling your spear-head&nbsp;<br>On the shore?&nbsp;<br>What note shall we pitch?&nbsp;<br><br>We have a song,&nbsp;<br>On the bank we share our arrows—&nbsp;<br>The loosed string tells our note:&nbsp;<br><br>O flight,&nbsp;<br>Bring her swiftly to our song.&nbsp;<br>She is great,&nbsp;<br>We measure her by the pine-trees.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-30 00:24:40 UTC</pubDate>
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