Inward Bound Poetry

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Thursday, October 20, 2022

1106. Blackberry Eating - Galway Kinnell

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. I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very...
Thursday, October 06, 2022

1105. The Cambridge Songs (ca. 1,000) - Anon

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Translated be Willis Barnstone From: Poetry For The Earth This planctus (lament) is the best known surviving woman’s lament from the Lat...
Thursday, September 22, 2022

1104. The Sabbath - W. H. Auden

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. Waking on the Seventh Day of Creation, They cautiously sniffed the air: The most fastidious nostril among them admitted That fello...
Wednesday, September 07, 2022

1103. And With March A Decade In Bolinas - Joanne Kyger

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  Selected from: A Book Of Luminous Things,    Edited by Czeslaw Milosz Just sitting around smoking, drinking and telling stories, the news,...
Monday, September 05, 2022

1102. For Angela - Margaret Menges

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 Selected from: A Book Of Luminous Things,    Edited by Czeslaw Milosz Angela’s coming for dinner, he said and he bought the card with flo...

1101. The Widening Sky - Edward Hirsch

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I am so small walking on the beach at night under the widening sky. The wet sand quickens beneath my feet and the waves thunder against ...
Saturday, August 27, 2022

1100. Dog Weather - Stephen Dunn

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Earlier, everyone was in knee boots, collars up. The paper boy’s papers came apart in the wind. Now, nothing human moving. Just a blac...
Saturday, August 06, 2022

1099. Why - Wendell Berry

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. Why all the embarrassment about being happy? Sometimes I’m as happy  as a sleeping dog, and for the same reasons, and for others.

1098. In Praise Of Dreams - Wislawa Szymborska

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. In my dreams I paint like Vermeer van Delft. I speak fluent Greek and not just with the living. I drive a car that does what I wan...
Wednesday, August 03, 2022

1097. Sorrow Home - Margaret Walker

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. My roots are deep in southern life; deeper than John Brown or Nat Turner or Robert Lee. I was sired and weaned in a tropic world. T...
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....
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