They Feed They Lion (Philip Levine Poems)
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread, Out of the acids ...
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread, Out of the acids ...
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
3-foot blue cannisters of nitro along a conveyor belt, slow fish speaking the language of silence. On the roof, I ...
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