At Bessemer (Philip Levine Poems)
19 years old and going nowhere, I got a ride to Bessemer and walked the night road toward Birmingham passing ...
19 years old and going nowhere, I got a ride to Bessemer and walked the night road toward Birmingham passing ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
Remember how unimportant they seemed, growing loosely in the open fields we crossed on the way to school. We would ...
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
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