Inward Bound Poetry

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Thursday, November 29, 2007

541. The Layers - Stanley Kunitz

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. I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, ...
Wednesday, November 28, 2007

540. All This - Saint Augustine

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. All this I do inside me, in the huge court of my memory. There I have by me the sky, the earth, the sea, and all things in them which I h...
Tuesday, November 27, 2007

539. Now, When the Waters Are Pressing Mightily - Yehuda Amichai

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Translated from the Hebrew by Leon Wieseltier Now, when the waters are pressing mightily on the walls of the dams, now, when the white stork...
Monday, November 26, 2007

538. San Francisco - Weldon Kees

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. Beside the bay, observers penetrate Distance upon distance, cloud on cloud, Crayons of smoke that sketch blue sky With gray appeals. We pa...
Saturday, November 24, 2007

537. Honey At The Table - Mary Oliver

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. It fills you with the soft essence of vanished flowers, it becomes a trickle soft as a hair that you follow from the honey pot over the ta...
Friday, November 23, 2007

536. In Praise of Shadow (3) - Jorge Luis Borges

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Translated from the Spanish by Anthony and Willis Barnstone Old age (this is the name that others give it) may be the time of our happiness....

535. In Praise of Darkness (2) - Jorge Luis Borges

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(Elogio de la Sombra) Translated from the Spanish by Norman Thomas di Giovanni Old age (this is the name that others give it) may prove a ti...
Thursday, November 22, 2007

534. In Praise of the Shadow (1) - Jorge Luis Borge

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(Elogio de la Sombra) Old age (such is the name that others give it) can become the time of our happiness. The beast is dead, or dying. The ...
Wednesday, November 21, 2007

533. Marginalia - Billy Collins

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. Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. If I could j...
Monday, November 19, 2007

531. The Layers - Stanley Kunitz

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. I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, ...
Saturday, November 17, 2007

530. Atavism - William Stafford

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1 Sometimes in the open you look up where birds go by, or just nothing, and wait. A dim feeling comes you were like this once, there was air...
Friday, November 16, 2007

529. Cassandra - Wislawa Szymborska

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. It's me, Cassandra. And this is my city covered with ashes. And this is my rod, and the ribbons of a prophet. And this is my head full...
Thursday, November 15, 2007

528. Throw Yourself Like Seed - Miguel de Unamuno

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Translated from the Spanish by Robert Bly Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate that...
Wednesday, November 14, 2007

527. The Art Of Disappearing - Naomi Shihab Nye

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. When they say Don’t I know you? say no. When they invite you to the party remember what parties are like before answering. Someone telling...
Tuesday, November 13, 2007

526. Follower - Seamus Heaney

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. My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. The horse strained a...
Monday, November 12, 2007

525. Once Again I Fail To Read An Important Novel - George Bilgere

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Instead, we sit together beside the fountain, the important novel and I. We are having coffee together in that quiet first hour of the morni...
Saturday, November 10, 2007

524. The Discovery Of Daily Experience - William Stafford

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It is a whisper. You turn somewhere, hall, street, some great even: the stars or the lights hold; your next step waits you and the firm worl...
Friday, November 09, 2007

523. A TELEGRAM FROM THE MUSE - William Mathews

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. CARO THOSE LAST FEW POEMS ARE DYNAMITE STOP SOON THE SEVEN ENVIES WILL INVEST YOUR FELLOW SCRIBBLERS STOP BUT DON'T IGNITE BOTH ENDS O...
Monday, November 05, 2007

522. Letters of the Dead - Wislawa Szymborska

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Translated from the Polish by Vuyelwa Carlin We read the letters of the dead like puzzled gods – gods nevertheless, because we know what hap...
Saturday, November 03, 2007

521. How Did A Flag - Yehuda Amichai

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Translated from the Hebrew by Yehuda Amichai and Ted Hughes How did a flag come into being? Let's assume that in the beginning there was...
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