Sierra Kid (Philip Levine Poems)
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of ...
Early March. The cold beach deserted. My kids home in a bare house, bundled up and listening to rock music ...
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
Numb, stiff, broken by no sleep, I keep night watch. Looking for signs to quiet fear, I creep closer to ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
A man roams the streets with a basket of freestone peaches hollering, "Peaches, peaches, yellow freestone peaches for sale." My ...
A blue jay poses on a stake meant to support an apple tree newly planted. A strong wind on this ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
I call out a secret name, the name of the angel who guards my sleep, and light grows in the ...
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