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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://www.englishforums.com/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Poetry</title><link>http://www.englishforums.com/English/Poetry/Forum13.htm</link><description>Poets.. come one, come all.</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>XMOD (Build: 3715.30106)</generator><item><title>Re: My favorite poems...</title><link>http://www.englishforums.com/English/MyFavoritePoems/dmchd/post.htm#311475</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 04:47:11 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">946f00bb-57d3-4b7b-a9a2-059b5341af52:311475</guid><dc:creator>Ruslana</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>http://www.englishforums.com/English/MyFavoritePoems/dmchd/post.htm#311475</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.englishforums.com/English/comments13-311475.xml</wfw:commentRss><description>Anonymous wrote:    Even if people don't bother to read, I'm gonna keep posting here...     
 People may bother to read, they may just not reply...</description></item><item><title>Re: My favorite poems...</title><link>http://www.englishforums.com/English/MyFavoritePoems/dmchd/post.htm#310897</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 04:47:11 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">946f00bb-57d3-4b7b-a9a2-059b5341af52:310897</guid><dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><comments>http://www.englishforums.com/English/MyFavoritePoems/dmchd/post.htm#310897</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.englishforums.com/English/comments13-310897.xml</wfw:commentRss><description>Here goes another one from DH Lawrence... The mosquito knows The mosquito knows full well, small as he is he's a beast of prey. But after all he only takes his bellyful, he doesn't put my blood in the bank.  David Herbert Lawrence Even if people don't bother to read, I'm gonna keep posting here... Best regards...</description></item><item><title>Re: My favorite poems...</title><link>http://www.englishforums.com/English/MyFavoritePoems/dmchd/post.htm#310411</link><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 04:47:11 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">946f00bb-57d3-4b7b-a9a2-059b5341af52:310411</guid><dc:creator>Drigo_bsb</dc:creator><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><comments>http://www.englishforums.com/English/MyFavoritePoems/dmchd/post.htm#310411</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.englishforums.com/English/comments13-310411.xml</wfw:commentRss><description>Another post I did withot noticing I wasn't logged in... Well, I guess that doesn't matter... today I'm gonna post another poem I like very much... Self-Pity I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. David Herbert Lawrence  David Herbert Lawrence (1885-1930) was an important and controversial English writer of the 20th century, whose prolific and diverse output included novels, short stories, poems, plays, essays, travel books, paintings, translations, literary criticism and personal letters. His collected works represent an extended reflection upon the dehumanizing effects of modernity and industrialisation.
In them, Lawrence confronts issues...</description></item><item><title>My favorite poems...</title><link>http://www.englishforums.com/English/MyFavoritePoems/dmchd/post.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 04:47:11 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">946f00bb-57d3-4b7b-a9a2-059b5341af52:310219</guid><dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><comments>http://www.englishforums.com/English/MyFavoritePoems/dmchd/post.htm</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.englishforums.com/English/comments13-310219.xml</wfw:commentRss><description>Hey, my englishforums friends, I'm gonna use this space to post some of my favorite poems... If I can get the time, I may translate some from my favorite non english poets, but let's begin with this one: The Tyger Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart, And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? And what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp? Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars...</description></item></channel></rss>