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		By: Sabeeha Rehman		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[What a precious treasure of soulful poetry. Through the poet&#039;s heart, I felt what it was like to suffer loss, to embrace grief, to relish an embrace, and to soar with joy. I now see the wonders of nature through his eyes, the warmth of sunshine, the roar of waves, the sparkle of stars. If you are not a New Yorker (I am), you will sense the squeal of the F train, the screech of its wheels, inhale the aroma of &#039;minestrone, wonton, gumbo stew,&#039; and listen to the sounds of the &#039;sixteen steel drums parading down Nostrand Avenue.&#039; I for one am longing to behold &#039;the steep slope of Kilimanjaro on a moonless night.&#039; Such imagery, such sensuous lyrics, such powerful emotions. Its poetry at its finest.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a precious treasure of soulful poetry. Through the poet&#8217;s heart, I felt what it was like to suffer loss, to embrace grief, to relish an embrace, and to soar with joy. I now see the wonders of nature through his eyes, the warmth of sunshine, the roar of waves, the sparkle of stars. If you are not a New Yorker (I am), you will sense the squeal of the F train, the screech of its wheels, inhale the aroma of &#8216;minestrone, wonton, gumbo stew,&#8217; and listen to the sounds of the &#8216;sixteen steel drums parading down Nostrand Avenue.&#8217; I for one am longing to behold &#8216;the steep slope of Kilimanjaro on a moonless night.&#8217; Such imagery, such sensuous lyrics, such powerful emotions. Its poetry at its finest.</p>
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