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	<description>A blog devoted to the verse of Robert W. Service</description>
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		<title>Comment on The Ballad of One-Eyed Mike by Keith "Yukon Slim" Hull</title>
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		<dc:creator>Keith "Yukon Slim" Hull</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 02:52:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Spencer,
Thank you for a very nice Robert W. Service site. I can never get enough of his poetry, thank goodness he wrote so much of it!
I&#039;ve been a fan of his ever since I read &quot;The Cremation of Sam McGee&quot; when I was in Jr. High School some 50 years ago. Through the years I have memorized dozens of his poems and I continue to learn more.
This poem,&quot;The Ballad of One Eyed Mike&quot;, with it&#039;s tremendous word pictures and soulful theme I consider to be one of R.W.S.&#039;s best. 
His tremendous talent and skill at setting a scene and evoking a mood are displayed here at their apex. 
It is impossible to read it or hear it recited (Hank Snow does a wonderful recitation of it) without being moved. One wonders what the inspiration was. 
From the first stanza, setting the scene, &quot;and the bottle of “hooch” was dry&quot; telling us it has been a long night around the campfire, watching the river and the northern lights (the Glories swept the sky) of drinking &amp; story telling, to his description of the corpse, &quot;It bobbed and swung; it sheered and hung; it romped round in a ring;
It seemed to play in a tricksome way; it sure was a merry thing&quot;. where one gets the impression of a limp, rag doll like corpse, almost dancing through the water, its arms , legs, and head all askew and lolling along at all angles.
Every word is carefully chosen to create a mood of apprehension, wonderment and otherworldlyness. 
In the end it is a poem about forgiveness, asked for and given
Read alongside something like &quot;Bessie&#039;s Boil&quot; it shows the depth of Service&#039;s talent and the breadth and scope of his works.
Thanks for posting it, and thanks again for the tribute site to &quot;The Bard of the North&quot;, may his poetry never be forgotten.
Sincerely, 
Keith Hull</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Spencer,<br />
Thank you for a very nice Robert W. Service site. I can never get enough of his poetry, thank goodness he wrote so much of it!<br />
I&#8217;ve been a fan of his ever since I read &#8220;The Cremation of Sam McGee&#8221; when I was in Jr. High School some 50 years ago. Through the years I have memorized dozens of his poems and I continue to learn more.<br />
This poem,&#8221;The Ballad of One Eyed Mike&#8221;, with it&#8217;s tremendous word pictures and soulful theme I consider to be one of R.W.S.&#8217;s best.<br />
His tremendous talent and skill at setting a scene and evoking a mood are displayed here at their apex.<br />
It is impossible to read it or hear it recited (Hank Snow does a wonderful recitation of it) without being moved. One wonders what the inspiration was.<br />
From the first stanza, setting the scene, &#8220;and the bottle of “hooch” was dry&#8221; telling us it has been a long night around the campfire, watching the river and the northern lights (the Glories swept the sky) of drinking &amp; story telling, to his description of the corpse, &#8220;It bobbed and swung; it sheered and hung; it romped round in a ring;<br />
It seemed to play in a tricksome way; it sure was a merry thing&#8221;. where one gets the impression of a limp, rag doll like corpse, almost dancing through the water, its arms , legs, and head all askew and lolling along at all angles.<br />
Every word is carefully chosen to create a mood of apprehension, wonderment and otherworldlyness.<br />
In the end it is a poem about forgiveness, asked for and given<br />
Read alongside something like &#8220;Bessie&#8217;s Boil&#8221; it shows the depth of Service&#8217;s talent and the breadth and scope of his works.<br />
Thanks for posting it, and thanks again for the tribute site to &#8220;The Bard of the North&#8221;, may his poetry never be forgotten.<br />
Sincerely,<br />
Keith Hull</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill by Lou</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lou</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 15:39:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I once went to a Thanksgiving Feast at a church, and before I left, I found myself and a total stranger reciting lines from &quot;Blasphemous Bll&quot; and &quot;One Eyed Mike&quot; to each other.  The people I was with were horrified.  Thank you for posting these.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once went to a Thanksgiving Feast at a church, and before I left, I found myself and a total stranger reciting lines from &#8220;Blasphemous Bll&#8221; and &#8220;One Eyed Mike&#8221; to each other.  The people I was with were horrified.  Thank you for posting these.</p>
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		<title>Comment on About this Site by Spencer</title>
		<link>http://robertservice.com/about-these-pages/comment-page-1/#comment-23505</link>
		<dc:creator>Spencer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 13:54:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Pamela,

Thanks for finding my web site and your kind comments.

And may your novel be a great success. I hope to see it on the bookshelves here in Dawson.

Kindest regards,
Spencer</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Pamela,</p>
<p>Thanks for finding my web site and your kind comments.</p>
<p>And may your novel be a great success. I hope to see it on the bookshelves here in Dawson.</p>
<p>Kindest regards,<br />
Spencer</p>
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		<title>Comment on About this Site by Pamela Shandel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Pamela Shandel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 11:26:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Spenser,
I live in Paris, France.
October 31, 2009

I have been to Dawson City, traded room and board for cooking breakfast for borders for a few weeks.  I am writing a roadbook novel, that has Dawson City in it.  It is a turning point in the book, actually.
I was writing a line, where I said that there was a picture of the poet, Robert Service beside the poker table in Diamond Tooth Gerties -- and went on to google, &quot;Robert Service.&quot;
I found your site, which I find mighty friendly.  I will enjoy reading some of Service&#039;s poems now, thanks to you.

Good work.
Best wishes,
Pamela</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Spenser,<br />
I live in Paris, France.<br />
October 31, 2009</p>
<p>I have been to Dawson City, traded room and board for cooking breakfast for borders for a few weeks.  I am writing a roadbook novel, that has Dawson City in it.  It is a turning point in the book, actually.<br />
I was writing a line, where I said that there was a picture of the poet, Robert Service beside the poker table in Diamond Tooth Gerties &#8212; and went on to google, &#8220;Robert Service.&#8221;<br />
I found your site, which I find mighty friendly.  I will enjoy reading some of Service&#8217;s poems now, thanks to you.</p>
<p>Good work.<br />
Best wishes,<br />
Pamela</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill by Gerard</title>
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		<dc:creator>Gerard</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 15:10:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That was an awful job he had to do,but he kept his word even if he had to use a saw,Bill was buried</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That was an awful job he had to do,but he kept his word even if he had to use a saw,Bill was buried</p>
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		<title>Comment on Clancy of the Mounted Police by Samy</title>
		<link>http://robertservice.com/clancy-of-the-mounted-police/comment-page-1/#comment-18767</link>
		<dc:creator>Samy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 06:15:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah, the good old Canadian winter ballad... Them mounties must have it rough when they have to go out for days to get some poor idiot from the wild.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah, the good old Canadian winter ballad&#8230; Them mounties must have it rough when they have to go out for days to get some poor idiot from the wild.</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Trail of Ninety-Eight by Kim Service</title>
		<link>http://robertservice.com/the-trail-of-ninety-eight/comment-page-1/#comment-16877</link>
		<dc:creator>Kim Service</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 06:09:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey this site is really good, Robert Service is my third-cousin i believe. I came on here while researching him for a school assignment. Props to you for creating such a great site dedicated to good ol&#039; Robert Service. &quot;The Secret Love Life&quot; blog was really interesting to read, I had no idea! Anyways, just wanted to say thanks and well done.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey this site is really good, Robert Service is my third-cousin i believe. I came on here while researching him for a school assignment. Props to you for creating such a great site dedicated to good ol&#8217; Robert Service. &#8220;The Secret Love Life&#8221; blog was really interesting to read, I had no idea! Anyways, just wanted to say thanks and well done.</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Idealist by effehagioda</title>
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		<dc:creator>effehagioda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 21:24:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What is bumburbia?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What is bumburbia?</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Pines by jsteins</title>
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		<dc:creator>jsteins</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 20:44:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Here&#039;s one of my favorite poems by Gwendolyn MacEwan. It seems akin the Service poem in some strange way.

Dark Pines Under Water

This land like a mirror turns you inward
And you become a forest in furtive lake;
The dark pines of your mind reach downward,
You dream in the green of your time,
Your memory is a row of sinking pines.

Explorer, you tell yourself this is not what you came for
Although it is good here, and green;
You had meant to move with a kind of largeness,
You had planned a heavy grace, an anguished dream.

But the dark pines of your mind dip deeper
And you are sinking, sinking, sleeper
In an elementary world;
There is something down there and you want it told.

Gwendolyn MacEwan</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Here&#8217;s one of my favorite poems by Gwendolyn MacEwan. It seems akin the Service poem in some strange way.</p>
<p>Dark Pines Under Water</p>
<p>This land like a mirror turns you inward<br />
And you become a forest in furtive lake;<br />
The dark pines of your mind reach downward,<br />
You dream in the green of your time,<br />
Your memory is a row of sinking pines.</p>
<p>Explorer, you tell yourself this is not what you came for<br />
Although it is good here, and green;<br />
You had meant to move with a kind of largeness,<br />
You had planned a heavy grace, an anguished dream.</p>
<p>But the dark pines of your mind dip deeper<br />
And you are sinking, sinking, sleeper<br />
In an elementary world;<br />
There is something down there and you want it told.</p>
<p>Gwendolyn MacEwan</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Spell of the Yukon by anonomous</title>
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		<dc:creator>anonomous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2007 13:28:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>really long but a very nice poem. I&#039;m not much of a poet but certainly enjoy poetry. love the site.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>really long but a very nice poem. I&#8217;m not much of a poet but certainly enjoy poetry. love the site.</p>
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