Once (Philip Levine Poems)
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
All the way on the road to Gary he could see where the sky shone just out of reach and ...
"...his poems that no one reads anymore become dust, wind, nothing, like the insolent colored shirt he bought to die ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...
This poem has a door, a locked door, and curtains drawn against the day, but at night the lights come ...
She wakens early remembering her father rising in the dark lighting the stove with a match scraped on the floor. ...
A blue jay poses on a stake meant to support an apple tree newly planted. A strong wind on this ...
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
19 years old and going nowhere, I got a ride to Bessemer and walked the night road toward Birmingham passing ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes, took them home, boiled them in their jackets ...
In borrowed boots which don't fit and an old olive greatcoat, I hunt the corn-fed rabbit, game fowl, squirrel, starved ...
Last night, again, I dreamed my children were back at home, small boys huddled in their separate beds, and I ...
Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of ...
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
"Hill of Jews," says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
Dawn coming in over the fields of darkness takes me by surprise and I look up from my solitary road ...
The magpie in the Joshua tree Has come to rest. Darkness collects, And what I cannot hear or see, Broken ...
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