Gin (Philip Levine Poems)
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
"Hill of Jews," says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here ...
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