An Ending (Philip Levine Poems)
Early March. The cold beach deserted. My kids home in a bare house, bundled up and listening to rock music ...
Early March. The cold beach deserted. My kids home in a bare house, bundled up and listening to rock music ...
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
Numb, stiff, broken by no sleep, I keep night watch. Looking for signs to quiet fear, I creep closer to ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
A man roams the streets with a basket of freestone peaches hollering, "Peaches, peaches, yellow freestone peaches for sale." My ...
A blue jay poses on a stake meant to support an apple tree newly planted. A strong wind on this ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
I call out a secret name, the name of the angel who guards my sleep, and light grows in the ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of ...
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