The Rains (Philip Levine Poems)
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...
The winter sun, golden and tired, settles on the irregular army of bottles. Outside the trucks jostle toward the open ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
3-foot blue cannisters of nitro along a conveyor belt, slow fish speaking the language of silence. On the roof, I ...
Someone was calling someone; now they've stopped. Beyond the glass the rose vines quiver as in a light wind, but ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
When the Lieutenant of the Guardia de Asalto heard the automatic go off, he turned and took the second shot ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
Words go on travelling from voice to voice while the phones are still and the wires hum in the cold. ...
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
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