Late Light (Philip Levine Poems)
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
She wakens early remembering her father rising in the dark lighting the stove with a match scraped on the floor. ...
The sun came up before breakfast, perfectly round and yellow, and we dressed in the soft light and shook out ...
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 ...
The first purple wisteria I recall from boyhood hung on a wire outside the windows of the breakfast room next ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
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