You Can Have It (Philip Levine Poems)
My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and ...
My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and ...
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
Filaments of light slant like windswept rain. The orange seller hawks into the sky, a man with a hat stops ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
"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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