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		<title>The Look</title>
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		<category><![CDATA[love and desire]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[A two-quatrain gem in which the memory of a look proves stronger than any kiss.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mowing</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Frost’s “Mowing” praises labor’s truth over fantasy: the scythe’s whisper makes craft and attention the poem’s ethics.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wood-Pile</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2025 22:10:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Frost’s “The Wood-Pile” turns a found stack of cordwood in a winter swamp into a meditation on craft, abandonment, and time’s quiet entropy.]]></description>
		
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