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 ...
Philip Levine Poems on Death & Dying (13 Poems)
Any Night (Philip Levine Poems)
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
The Red Shirt (Philip Levine Poems)
"...his poems that no one reads anymore become dust, wind, nothing, like the insolent colored shirt he bought to die ...
Red Dust (Philip Levine Poems)
This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, ...
The Water’s Chant (Philip Levine Poems)
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
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 ...
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 ...
Gangrene (Philip Levine Poems)
Vous êtes sorti sain et sauf des basses calomnies, vous avey conquis les coeurs. Zola, J'accuse One was kicked in ...
Montjuich (Philip Levine Poems)
"Hill of Jews," says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here ...
The Distant Winter (Philip Levine Poems)
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
Late Light (Philip Levine Poems)
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
Last Words (Philip Levine Poems)
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
My Fathers, The Baltic (Philip Levine Poems)
Along the strand stones, busted shells, wood scraps, bottle tops, dimpled and stainless beer cans. Something began here a century ...