Inward Bound Poetry

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Saturday, July 16, 2022

1096. What Kind Of Times Are These - Adrienne Rich

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There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old revolutionary road brakes off into shadows near a me...
Thursday, June 30, 2022

1095. Tree - Rumiko Kora

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Translated by Miyuki Aoyama and Leza Lowitz Within a tree there is another tree that does not yet exist now its branches tremble in the ...
Monday, June 27, 2022

1094. I Am In Need Of Music - Elizabeth Bishop

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I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling fingertips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep, clear,...
Sunday, June 12, 2022

1093. His Town - Stephen Dunn

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The town was in the mists of chaos. -A STUDENT’S TYPO He wasn’t surprised. What town wasn’t? Everywhere the mists of property...
Saturday, June 11, 2022

1092. After I Came Back From Iceland - Sheenagh Pugh

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After I came back from Iceland, I couldn’t stop talking. It was the light, you see, the light and the air. I tried to put it into poems,...
Friday, May 20, 2022

1091. I Go From The Woods - Wendell Berry

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. I go from the woods into the cleared fields: A place no human made, a place unmade By human greed, and to be made again. Where centuri...
Sunday, May 15, 2022

1090. Landscape With Figures - Frank Ormsby

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. What haunts me is a farmhouse among trees Seen from a bus window, a girl With a a suitcase climbing a long hill And a woman waiting. ...
Monday, May 02, 2022

1089. Gorgon - Tony Hoagland

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. Now that you need your prescription glasses to see the stars and now that the telemarketers know your preference to sexual positions Now t...

1088. Spring-Watching - Hô Xuân Hong (1775- 1820)

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. Translated by John Balaban A gentle spring evening arrives airily, unclouded by worldly dust.  Three times the bell tolls echoes lik...
Friday, April 29, 2022

1087. Capriccio Italian - Stephen Dunn

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. From the mountain drifts down the finest mist so fine you walk in it, letting it glaze your hair, while boats on the lake bob and blur....
Sunday, April 03, 2022

1086. Country Scene - Hô Xuân Hong (1775- 1820)

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Translated by John Balaban The waterfall plunges in mist. Who can describe this desolate scene: the long white river sliding through ...
Thursday, March 17, 2022

1085. A Message to Po Chu-I - W. S. Merwin

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In that tenth winter of your exile the cold never letting go of you and your hunger aching inside you day and night while you heard the v...
Wednesday, March 09, 2022

1084 - On Setting A Migrant Goose Free - Po Chu-I (Bay Juyl) (772-846)

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Translated by David Hinton Snows heavy at Hsan-yang this tenth-year winter, river water spawns ice, tree branches break and fall, and h...
Thursday, February 17, 2022

1083. Frederick Douglass - Robert Hayden

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. When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful and terrible thing, needful to man as air, usable as earth, when it...

1082. What Kind of Times Are These - Adrienne Rich

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. There’s a place between two stands of trees whee the grass grows   uphill and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows near a...

1081. Vegetarian Physics - David Clewell

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. The tofu that’s shown up overnight in this house is frightening. proof of the Law of Conservation: matter that simply cannot be created...
Friday, January 28, 2022

1080. Back From Market - Eavan Boland

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Jean Siméon Chardin, The Provider (LaPourvoyeuse) Dressed in the colors of a country day - Grey-blue, blue-grey, the white of seagulls’...
Monday, January 03, 2022

1079. The Summer-Camp Bus Pulls Away From the Curb - Sharon Olds

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Whatever he needs, he has or doesn’t   have by now. Whatever the world is going to do to him it has started to do. With a pencil and two ...
Wednesday, December 22, 2021

1078. The Storm - Mary Oliver

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Now through the white orchard my little dog romps, breaking the new snow with wild feet. Running here running there, excited, hard...
Tuesday, December 07, 2021

1077. From the book: Moments of Rising Mist

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(Sung Landscape Poetry [CE 960-1127] translated by Amitendranath Tagore)) Mei Yao-ch’en - A Walk on Lu-shan Mountain My longing for wil...
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