Clouds (Philip Levine Poems)
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
If you were twenty-seven and had done time for beating our ex-wife and had no dreams you remembered in the ...
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
Can you imagine the air filled with smoke? It was. The city was vanishing before noon or was it earlier ...
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, ...
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
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