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	<description>Poetry by Philip C. Ellsworth</description>
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		<title>Blue-Shaded Mountains</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Selected Poems from BLUE-SHADED MOUNTAINS &#8220;Come circle! come circle! come fly wing on wing! We&#8217;ll call to the valley below us to sing Of mesas and canyons and wild-running streams And blue-shaded mountains like mountains in dreams!&#8221; &#160; FOR MARGARET PHILIP C. ELLSWORTH Cedaredge 2008]]></description>
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		<title>Preface</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Preface As a mineral exploration geologist I spent a career thinking about discovery: what it is, how it happens, and how it feels. Now I try to find the same rewards in poetry, because each new combination of words which works is a discovery. Something new is discovered in words which were there all the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Blue-shaded Mountains</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; Blue-shaded Mountains &#160; Dark canyons around me, and wild-running streams, Around me blue mountains like mountains in dreams, Around me a valley like Eden in spring. Around, all is beauty &#8212; how can I not sing? Like snowflakes in winter the white petals fall, The cranes circle upward &#8212; I hear their wild [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Home</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Home Here are the lakes ringed round by spruce and fir, And here the meadows where the mountain flowers grow, And through the aspen trees, the snowy peaks, The apple orchards and the village down below. What place could be more beautiful than this, our mountain home? Yet sometimes, even so, I will remember [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://poems.philellsworth.com/?p=6</link>
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		<title>Let me not be inured</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Let Me Not Be Inured &#160; Let me not be inured to wondrous things, To rocks in shady glens where lichen grow, To aspen when October breezes blow, To meadowlarks and yellow siskin wings. Let common usage not betray my eyes And hide the beauty of my time and place, But open up my eyes [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Three Miracles</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Three Miracles Three miracles occurred as one: A robin&#8217;s song, Your hand in mine, And then the morning sun. But looking back, there was a pause &#8212; not miracles at all &#8212; The bird and sun were just effects, Your hand in mine, the cause.]]></description>
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		<title>The Ties That Bind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Ties That Bind What miracle of alchemy Transformed a starry residue By rules of chance and symmetry To such a thing as you? What forces in the atom&#8217;s heart Conspired time out of mind To draw together two apart And form the ties that bind? They bind together you and me, And will not [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://poems.philellsworth.com/?p=9</link>
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		<title>The Turquoise Sea</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Turquoise Sea I dreamed a treasure&#8217;s hiding place Was like the snow-white strand Between a jeweled turquoise sea And some exotic land, And in my dream the sea had gone A billion years ago, But still I&#8217;d find the treasure&#8217;s lair, For, looking, I would know That some things tell of vanished seas And [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://poems.philellsworth.com/?p=10</link>
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		<title>Butterfly</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Butterfly What butterfly disturbed the air And changed the world and swept me where I chanced to see you passing by? Dear butterfly. Dear butterfly &#160; Eastern Tailed Blue by Jay Cossey. Used by Permission.]]></description>
		<link>http://poems.philellsworth.com/?p=11</link>
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		<title>The Last Barricade</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Last Barricade A ridge of boulders runs across our place And separates the field from a shade Where wildness still reserves a little space Against all odds &#8212; a sort of barricade. There marmots live, and other wild things, And lichens coat the rocks, and there the air Is still, and underneath the rocks [...]]]></description>
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