Inward Bound Poetry

Any publishers interested in this anthology? Poetry selections from Bookgleaner@gmail.com - - Also: http://Outwardboundideas.blogspot.com - http://Onwardboundhumor.blogspot.com - http://Homewardboundphotos.blogspot.com - And http://davidthemaker.blogspot.com/

Saturday, September 28, 2019

1037. Missing the Boat - Naomi Shihab-Nye

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. It is not so much that the boat passed  and you failed to notice it. It is more like the boat stopping directly outside your bedr...
Wednesday, September 25, 2019

1036. Unloading The Elephants - David Wagoner

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. Out of the sliding doors Of steel-gray boxcars The trunks come groping Through the gray morning. Where are we now? The greate...
Saturday, September 14, 2019

1035. Ruins - Linda Pastan

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. We picnic by these bleached ruins a few miles from the village where we bought this rough bread and cheese, this bottle of wi...
Sunday, September 08, 2019

1034. I Love To See You - James Laughlin

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in the box of paperclips on by desk it’s a good place for you because I can look at you when I’m telephoning or typing a poem or ...
Sunday, August 25, 2019

1033. It Happens To Those Who Live Alone - David Whyte

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It Happens To Those Who Live Alone - David Whyte It happens to those who live alone that they feel sure of visitors when no one...
Thursday, July 04, 2019

1032. Mindful - Mary Oliver

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. Every day I see or I hear something that more or less kills me with delight  that leaves me like a needle. ...
Saturday, May 25, 2019

1031. Block - Linda Pastan

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. I place one word slowly in front of the other., like learning to walk again after an illness. But the blank page with its hos...
Wednesday, May 01, 2019

1030. EXERCISE - W. S. Merwin

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. First forget what time it is for an hour do it regularly every day then forget what day of the week it is do this regularly f...
Friday, March 08, 2019

1029. Swift Things Are Beautiful - Elizabeth Coatsworth

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. Swift things are beautiful: Swallows and deer, And lightning that falls Bright-veined and clear, Rivers and meteors, Wind in ...
Saturday, December 22, 2018

1028. For The Traveler - John O'Donohue

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. Every time you leave home, another road takes you into a world you were never in. New strangers on other paths await. new place...
Thursday, October 25, 2018

1027. Song For The First People - David Wagoner

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. When you learned that men were coming, you changed into rocks. Into fish and birds, into flowers and rivers in despair of us. The t...
Thursday, August 23, 2018

1026. Photograph - Cynthia Rylant

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From: Something Permanent  Photo by Walker Evans He washed his feet for the picture, even his knees, and wondered about that ma...
Saturday, July 14, 2018

1025. The Old Poets of China - Mary Oliver

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Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why t...
Wednesday, June 06, 2018

1024. A Small Eternity - Robert Penn Warren

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. The time comes when you count the names—whether dim or flaming in the head’s dark, or whether In stone cut, time-crumbling or moss-g...
Monday, April 30, 2018

1023. A Cup Of Coffee - Gene Fowler

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From: A Solo In Tom-Toms - Gene Fowler Such a small and homely and peasant-like thing seems a cup of coffee. Still, some of us kn...
Friday, March 30, 2018

1022. Harvey Ellis - Harvey Ellis

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Harvey Ellis - Harvey Ellis my ancestors surround me like walls of a canyon quiet stone hard their ideas drift over me like b...
Friday, March 16, 2018

1021. To The Son - Jorge Luis Borges

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Translated from the Spanish by Alastair Reid It was not I who begot you. It was the dead— my father, and his father, and their forebe...
Monday, January 29, 2018

1020. The Bed by the Window - Robinson Jeffers

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. I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed When we built the house, it is ready waiting. Unused unless by so...
Sunday, December 24, 2017

1019. Figment at the Beginning of Something. . . - David Watts

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My son brings me a stone and asks which star it fell from, he is serious and so I must be careful, even though I know he will place...
Sunday, December 10, 2017

1018. Poema - Maria Teresa Horta

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Poema by Maria Teresa Horta Translated from the Portuguese by Lesley Saunders I let him come. He sneaks on tiptoe right up to my ...
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