Among Children (Philip Levine Poems)
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
The long lines of diesels groan toward evening carrying off the breath of the living. The face of your house ...
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
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