The Present (Philip Levine Poems)
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
The first purple wisteria I recall from boyhood hung on a wire outside the windows of the breakfast room next ...
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
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