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		<title>By: Mara</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mara</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 21:57:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So your blog has had me searching for what poems have carried deep personal significance to  me and I don't think any one poem has stood as my stalker -- one stanza, maybe from Rilke's Duino Elegies, 
Yes the Springs had need of you. Many a star
 was waiting for you to perceive it. Many a wave
would rise in the past towards you; or else, perhaps
as you went by an open window, a violin
would be utterly giving itself. All this was commission.
But were you equal to it?

-- oh I love the idea of commission. But a whole poem? Then it struck me that I have carried a poem as a talisman -- before setting off from New Mexico my father printed out a copy of Cavafy's Ithaka and tucked it into the dash of my Honda Odyssey (tricksy, my dad, right?)

As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
angry Poseidon-don't be afraid of them:
you'll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
wild Poseidon-you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.


Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when, 
with what pleasure, what joy, 
you enter harbors you're seeing for the first time; 
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations 
to buy fine things, 
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind- 
as many sensual perfumes as you can; 
and may you visit many Egyptian cities 
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.


Keep Ithaka always in your mind. 
Arriving there is what you're destined for. 
But don't hurry the journey at all. 
Better if it lasts for years, 
so you're old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you've gained on the way, 
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich. 
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey. 
Without her you wouldn't have set out. 
She has nothing left to give you now.


And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So your blog has had me searching for what poems have carried deep personal significance to  me and I don&#8217;t think any one poem has stood as my stalker &#8212; one stanza, maybe from Rilke&#8217;s Duino Elegies,<br />
Yes the Springs had need of you. Many a star<br />
 was waiting for you to perceive it. Many a wave<br />
would rise in the past towards you; or else, perhaps<br />
as you went by an open window, a violin<br />
would be utterly giving itself. All this was commission.<br />
But were you equal to it?</p>
<p>&#8211; oh I love the idea of commission. But a whole poem? Then it struck me that I have carried a poem as a talisman &#8212; before setting off from New Mexico my father printed out a copy of Cavafy&#8217;s Ithaka and tucked it into the dash of my Honda Odyssey (tricksy, my dad, right?)</p>
<p>As you set out for Ithaka<br />
hope your road is a long one,<br />
full of adventure, full of discovery.<br />
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,<br />
angry Poseidon-don&#8217;t be afraid of them:<br />
you&#8217;ll never find things like that on your way<br />
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,<br />
as long as a rare excitement<br />
stirs your spirit and your body.<br />
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,<br />
wild Poseidon-you won&#8217;t encounter them<br />
unless you bring them along inside your soul,<br />
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.</p>
<p>Hope your road is a long one.<br />
May there be many summer mornings when,<br />
with what pleasure, what joy,<br />
you enter harbors you&#8217;re seeing for the first time;<br />
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations<br />
to buy fine things,<br />
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,<br />
sensual perfume of every kind-<br />
as many sensual perfumes as you can;<br />
and may you visit many Egyptian cities<br />
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.</p>
<p>Keep Ithaka always in your mind.<br />
Arriving there is what you&#8217;re destined for.<br />
But don&#8217;t hurry the journey at all.<br />
Better if it lasts for years,<br />
so you&#8217;re old by the time you reach the island,<br />
wealthy with all you&#8217;ve gained on the way,<br />
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.<br />
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.<br />
Without her you wouldn&#8217;t have set out.<br />
She has nothing left to give you now.</p>
<p>And if you find her poor, Ithaka won&#8217;t have fooled you.<br />
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,<br />
you&#8217;ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.</p>
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		<title>By: Elika</title>
		<link>http://www.toddero.com/2009/04/my-beautiful-stalker/comment-page-1/#comment-115</link>
		<dc:creator>Elika</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 10:36:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love how you write Todd and your description of how you feel when you're so affected by art brought wonderful memories of our discussions about music when you were here.  I'm so touched by the beauty of the story you mentioned.  I cannot imagine a mother having to bear such pain...  and your poem was simply breathless!  Thanks for sharing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love how you write Todd and your description of how you feel when you&#8217;re so affected by art brought wonderful memories of our discussions about music when you were here.  I&#8217;m so touched by the beauty of the story you mentioned.  I cannot imagine a mother having to bear such pain&#8230;  and your poem was simply breathless!  Thanks for sharing.</p>
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