What Work Is (Philip Levine Poems)
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
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, ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
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