Late Light (Philip Levine Poems)
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
Early March. The cold beach deserted. My kids home in a bare house, bundled up and listening to rock music ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
The ship that took my mother to Ellis Island Eighty-three years ago was named "The Mercy." She remembers trying to ...
Four bright steel crosses, universal joints, plucked out of the burlap sack -- "the heart of the drive train," the ...
Words go on travelling from voice to voice while the phones are still and the wires hum in the cold. ...
Lately the wind burns the last leaves and evening comes too late to be of use, lately I learned that ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
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