The End Of Your Life (Philip Levine Poems)
First light. This misted field is the world, that man slipping the greased bolt back and forth, that man tunneled ...
Philip Levine Poems on Woman (16 Poems)
Songs (Philip Levine Poems)
Dawn coming in over the fields of darkness takes me by surprise and I look up from my solitary road ...
Once (Philip Levine Poems)
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...
Ode For Mrs. William Settle (Philip Levine Poems)
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
The Helmet (Philip Levine Poems)
All the way on the road to Gary he could see where the sky shone just out of reach and ...
The New World (Philip Levine Poems)
A man roams the streets with a basket of freestone peaches hollering, "Peaches, peaches, yellow freestone peaches for sale." My ...
The Return (Philip Levine Poems)
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
How Much Earth (Philip Levine Poems)
Torn into light, you woke wriggling on a woman's palm. Halved, quartered, shredded to the wind, you were the life ...
Something Has Fallen (Philip Levine Poems)
Something has fallen wordlessly and holds still on the black driveway. You find it, like a jewel, among the empty ...
Magpiety (Philip Levine Poems)
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
Passing Out (Philip Levine Poems)
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...
Noon (Philip Levine Poems)
I bend to the ground to catch something whispered, urgent, drifting across the ditches. The heaviness of flies stuttering in ...
The Simple Truth (Philip Levine Poems)
I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes, took them home, boiled them in their jackets ...
Father (Philip Levine Poems)
The long lines of diesels groan toward evening carrying off the breath of the living. The face of your house ...
Gin (Philip Levine Poems)
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
Coming Close (Philip Levine Poems)
Take this quiet woman, she has been standing before a polishing wheel for over three hours, and she lacks twenty ...