New York City Hard Time Blues (Miguel Pinero Poems)
NYC BluesBig time time hard on on me bluesNew York City hard sunday morning bluesyeahJunkie waking upbones ache trying to ...
Poems about detroit (20 Poems)
Love 20 (Kenneth Fearing Poems)
All right. I may have lied to you and about you, and made a fewpronouncements a bit too sweeping, perhaps, ...
Buick (Karl Shapiro Poems)
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spineAnd a keel as steel as a root ...
Brass Spittoons (Langston Hughes Poems)
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.Clean the spittoons.The steam in hotel kitchens,And the smoke in hotel lobbies,And the slime in ...
The Morning Baking (Carolyn Forch Poems)
Grandma, come back, I forgotHow much lard for these rollsThink you can put yourself in the groundLike plain potatoes and ...
Cleveland: The Rectal Eye Visions (D A Levy Poems)
"1.WARMING UP THE BOXdelivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing only the words DEATH CITY - ...
Ann Arbor Variations (Frank O Hara Poems)
1Wet heat drifts through the afternoonlike a campus dog, a fraternity ghostwaiting to stay home from football games.The arches are ...
A Poem For Myself (Etheridge Knight Poem)
(or Blues for a Mississippi Black Boy) I was born in Mississippi; I walked barefooted thru the mud. Born black ...
A Skim of Yellow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Yellow dust, a patina of pollen covering the cars below the ancient oak planted long before the city grew, the ...
The Morning Baking (Carolyn Forche Poem)
Grandma, come back, I forgot How much lard for these rolls Think you can put yourself in the ground Like ...
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . (Charles Bukowski Poems)
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
The Sins of Kalamazoo (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
Work Gangs (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
On The Meeting Of García Lorca And Hart Crane (Philip Levine Poems)
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
You Can Have It (Philip Levine Poems)
My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and ...
Belle Isle, 1949 (Philip Levine Poems)
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
Once (Philip Levine Poems)
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...
The New World (Philip Levine Poems)
A man roams the streets with a basket of freestone peaches hollering, "Peaches, peaches, yellow freestone peaches for sale." My ...
The Return (Philip Levine Poems)
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
Fist (Philip Levine Poems)
Iron growing in the dark, it dreams all night long and will not work. A flower that hates God, a ...