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 ...
Philip Levine Poems on Life (19 Poems)
Green Thumb (Philip Levine Poems)
Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of ...
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 ...
Noon (Philip Levine Poems)
I bend to the ground to catch something whispered, urgent, drifting across the ditches. The heaviness of flies stuttering in ...
At Bessemer (Philip Levine Poems)
19 years old and going nowhere, I got a ride to Bessemer and walked the night road toward Birmingham passing ...
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 ...
The Simple Truth (Philip Levine Poems)
I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes, took them home, boiled them in their jackets ...
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 ...
Once (Philip Levine Poems)
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...
Smoke (Philip Levine Poems)
Can you imagine the air filled with smoke? It was. The city was vanishing before noon or was it earlier ...
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 ...
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 ...
Voyages (Philip Levine Poems)
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
Fist (Philip Levine Poems)
Iron growing in the dark, it dreams all night long and will not work. A flower that hates God, a ...
How Much Earth (Philip Levine Poems)
Torn into light, you woke wriggling on a woman's palm. Halved, quartered, shredded to the wind, you were the life ...
The Drunkard (Philip Levine Poems)
from St. Ambrose He fears the tiger standing in his way. The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls. ...
Magpiety (Philip Levine Poems)
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
The Turning (Philip Levine Poems)
Unknown faces in the street And winter coming on. I Stand in the last moments of The city, no more ...
Then (Philip Levine Poems)
A solitary apartment house, the last one before the boulevard ends and a dusty road winds its slow way out ...