Inward Bound Poetry

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Saturday, August 31, 2013

945. James Joyce - Jorge Luis Borges

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Translated from the Spanish by Stephen Kessler In one day of mankind are all the days of time, from that unimaginable first day of time,...
Monday, August 26, 2013

944. Transcendental Etude - Adrienne Rich

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. No one ever told us we had to study our lives, make of our lives a study, as if learning natural history or music, that we should begin wi...
Monday, August 19, 2013

943. The Day Is A Poem - Robinson Jeffers

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(September 10,1939) This morning Hitler spoke in Danzig, we heard his voice. A man of genius: that is, of amazing Ability, courage, devotion...
Saturday, August 10, 2013

942. Through Two Points Only One Straight Line Can Pass -

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(Theorem in geometry) A planet once got married to a star, and inside, voices talked of future war. I only know what I was told in class...
Saturday, July 13, 2013

941. Could Have - Wislawa Szymborska

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Translated from the Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh It could have happened. It had to happen. It happened earlier. Late...
Sunday, June 23, 2013

940. James Joyce - Jorge Luis Borges

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Translated from the Spanish by Stephen Kessler   In one day of mankind are all the days of time, from that unimaginable first day of t...
Thursday, June 06, 2013

939. Freedom - William Stafford

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 . Freedom is not following a river. Freedom is following a river,     though, if you want to. It is deciding now by what happens now. It i...
Tuesday, June 04, 2013

938. Places We Love - Ivan V. Lalić

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Translated from the Serbo-Croat by Francis R. Jones Places we love exist only through us, Space destroyed is only illusion in the constancy ...
Sunday, May 26, 2013

937. Why I Wake Early - Mary Oliver

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. Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morn...
Tuesday, May 21, 2013

936. Everyone Sang - Siegfried Sassoon

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. Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
 And I was filled with such delight
 As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
 Winging wildly acros...
Sunday, May 19, 2013

935. Chess - Jorge Luis Borges

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Translated from the Spanish by Alastair Reid     I Set in their studious corners, the players move the gradual pieces. Until dawn the chessb...
Monday, May 13, 2013

934. The Reassurance - Thom Gunn

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. About ten days or so
 After we saw you dead
 You came back in a dream.
 I'm alright now you said. And it was you, although
 You...
Friday, May 10, 2013

933. Detail - Eamon Grennan

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. I was watching a robin fly after a finch—the smaller
chirping with excitement, the bigger, its breast blazing, silent
in light-winged ear...
Tuesday, April 30, 2013

932. The Dead - Billy Collins

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The dead are always looking down on us, they say.
 while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich,
 they are looking down through ...
Sunday, April 28, 2013

931. The Work of Happiness - May Sarton

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. I thought of happiness how it is woven Out of the silence in the empty house each day, And how it is not sudden and it is not given But is...
Tuesday, April 16, 2013

930. A Funeral - Wislawa Szymborska

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Wislawa Szymborska - A Funeral Translated from the Polish by Mikołaj Sekrecki "so suddenly, who would've expected this" "...
Sunday, March 31, 2013

929. Fog-Horn - W. S. Merwin

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. Surely that moan is not the thing That men thought they were making, when they Put it there, for their own necessities. That throat does n...
Thursday, March 28, 2013

928. Wash - John Updike

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. For seven days it rained that June: A storm half out to sea kept turning around like a dog         trying to settle himself on a rug: ...
Thursday, March 14, 2013

927. Inversely, as the Square of Their Distances Apart - Kenneth Rexroth

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. It is impossible to see anything In this dark: but I know this is me, Rexroth, Plunging through the night on a chilling planet. It is ...
Tuesday, March 12, 2013

926. Dust of Snow - Robert Frost

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. The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a...
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