Inland, inland, inland, inland. I am walking long inland, inland. Nobody loves me, she is the greatest of all, I walk inland. They love me only on account of the things I obtain for them. They love me only on account of the food I obtain for them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN INTRA-MURAL RAT by MARIANNE MOORE THE MARMOZET by HILAIRE BELLOC I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR THE SAGA OF THE SMALL-BREASTED WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE |