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 ...
She wakens early remembering her father rising in the dark lighting the stove with a match scraped on the floor. ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
The sun came up before breakfast, perfectly round and yellow, and we dressed in the soft light and shook out ...
The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands, An iron authority against the snow, And this grey monument to common ...
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...
The first purple wisteria I recall from boyhood hung on a wire outside the windows of the breakfast room next ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
Earth and water without form, change, or pause: as if the third day had not come, this calm norm of ...
Vous êtes sorti sain et sauf des basses calomnies, vous avey conquis les coeurs. Zola, J'accuse One was kicked in ...
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