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 ...
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
First light. This misted field is the world, that man slipping the greased bolt back and forth, that man tunneled ...
Numb, stiff, broken by no sleep, I keep night watch. Looking for signs to quiet fear, I creep closer to ...
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, & ...
A blue jay poses on a stake meant to support an apple tree newly planted. A strong wind on this ...
The first purple wisteria I recall from boyhood hung on a wire outside the windows of the breakfast room next ...
I call out a secret name, the name of the angel who guards my sleep, and light grows in the ...
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
from St. Ambrose He fears the tiger standing in his way. The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls. ...
Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of ...
"Hill of Jews," says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here ...
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