Heaven (Philip Levine Poems)
If you were twenty-seven and had done time for beating our ex-wife and had no dreams you remembered in the ...
If you were twenty-seven and had done time for beating our ex-wife and had no dreams you remembered in the ...
The wide Pacific waters And the Atlantic meet. With cries of joy they mingle, In tides of love they greet. ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
A BROADSIDE DISTRIBUTED IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS Censers are swinging, Over the town; Censers are swinging, Look overhead! Censers are swinging, ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...
St. Francis, Buddha, Tolstoi, and St. John - Friends, if you four, as pilgrims, hand in hand, Returned, the hate ...
I. The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine ...
Would that in body and spirit Shakespeare came Visible emperor of the deeds of Time, With Justice still the genius ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
Though I have watched so many mourners weep O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep- Those dead seemed ...
A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL CRUSADERS AGAINST THE INTERNATIONAL AND INTERSTATE TRAFFIC IN YOUNG GIRLS Galahad . . . soldier ...
The innocent, sweet Day is dead. Dark Night hath slain her in her bed. O, Moors are as fierce to ...
DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.) Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer, Whose eyes ...
Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and ...
A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal frost, Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost. High ...
A curse upon each king who leads his state, No matter what his plea, to this foul game, And may ...
Though better men may fear that trumpet's warning, I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning, With golden hope my ...
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
I saw wild domes and bowers And smoking incense towers And mad exotic flowers In Illinois. Where ragged ditches ran ...
I. THE DOLL UPON THE TOPMOST BOUGH This doll upon the topmost bough, This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, Was taken ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
Why do I see these empty boats, sailing on airy seas? One haunted me the whole night long, swaying with ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven? Are these your hands upon my wounded soul? Mine own, mine own, ...
I. SPEAK NOW FOR PEACE Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen, Stand now for peace, (though anger ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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