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      <title> 20th Century Poetry by Anthony Peterkin</title>
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      <pubDate>2020-10-30 16:13:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Fog by Carl Sandburg</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The fog comes<br>on little cat feet.<br><br>It sits looking<br>over harbor and city<br>on silent haunches<br>and then moves on.<br><br></div><div>During that time when it was like quiet time so street probably then at night nobody was roaming the streets then they were at home. The fog is personified in the image of a cat. They both have the same characteristics such as unexpected silence, and quietly  without warning. As a cat soundlessly creeps on a window ledge, so does fog roll in unexpectedly over the city.<br><br>Anthony, I know what the poem means - you need to tell me how the events that were happening historically inspired the poet.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-10-30 16:19:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Stopping by woods on a snowy evening by Robert Frost</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening<br>Whose woods these are I think I know.<br>His house is in the village though;<br>He will not see me stopping here<br>To watch his woods fill up with snow.<br><br>My little horse must think it queer<br>To stop without a farmhouse near<br>Between the woods and frozen lake<br>The darkest evening of the year.<br><br>He gives his harness bells a shake<br>To ask if there is some mistake.<br>The only other sound's the sweep<br>Of easy wind and downy flake.<br><br>The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.<br>But I have promises to keep,<br>And miles to go before I sleep,<br>And miles to go before I sleep.<br>During that time it was written it was it's always the pull between work and rest. It was a time streets were darker and nature around you ,would be able crickets were louder and there weren't a lot of street light or car roaming the street it was time quiet and rest . This poem presents a challenge people of all centuries have faced, the continuous pull between admiring the beauty of this world, and the daily grind life throws at us everyday.<br><br>I like your analysis of the inspiration for this poem! Nicely done!</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-10-30 16:47:20 UTC</pubDate>
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