They Feed They Lion (Philip Levine Poems)
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread, Out of the acids ...
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread, Out of the acids ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
My father and mother, two tiny figures, side by side, facing the clouds that move in from the Atlantic. August, ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
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