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	<title>Comments on: Uncle</title>
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	<description>if compression is the first grace of style</description>
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		<title>By: Joan McNerney</title>
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		<dc:creator>Joan McNerney</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 11:57:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So masculine...so very good.</description>
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		<title>By: Darla Himeles</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/uncle/comment-page-1/#comment-476</link>
		<dc:creator>Darla Himeles</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 22:24:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This poem has such a lovely tone to it.  The assonance of the long &quot;I&quot; sound is effective in evoking the quiet isolation of the construction vehicles.  The echoes in the image of them -- tines of dinner forks; plants growing from the ground -- are so subtle and resonant.  Like the uncle described, the poem seems to sweetly shrug.  Well done.</description>
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