Among Children (Philip Levine Poems)
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
April, and the last of the plum blossoms scatters on the black grass before dawn. The sycamore, the lime, the ...
My father and mother, two tiny figures, side by side, facing the clouds that move in from the Atlantic. August, ...
A solitary apartment house, the last one before the boulevard ends and a dusty road winds its slow way out ...
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