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 ...
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, ...
Is it long as a noodle or fat as an egg? Is it lumpy like a potato or ringed like ...
from St. Ambrose He fears the tiger standing in his way. The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls. ...
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...
Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of ...
Vous êtes sorti sain et sauf des basses calomnies, vous avey conquis les coeurs. Zola, J'accuse One was kicked in ...
Beaten like an old hound Whimpering by the stove, I complicate the pain That smarts with promised love. The oilstove ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes, took them home, boiled them in their jackets ...
Filaments of light slant like windswept rain. The orange seller hawks into the sky, a man with a hat stops ...
Here in February, the fine dark branches of the almond begin to sprout tiny clusters of leaves, sticky to the ...
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