Clouds Above The Sea (Philip Levine Poems)
My father and mother, two tiny figures, side by side, facing the clouds that move in from the Atlantic. August, ...
My father and mother, two tiny figures, side by side, facing the clouds that move in from the Atlantic. August, ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...
Can you imagine the air filled with smoke? It was. The city was vanishing before noon or was it earlier ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
2 a.m. December, and still no mon rising from the river. My mother home from the beer garden stands before ...
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
Last night, again, I dreamed my children were back at home, small boys huddled in their separate beds, and I ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
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