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 ...
She wakens early remembering her father rising in the dark lighting the stove with a match scraped on the floor. ...
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