Smoke (Philip Levine Poems)
Can you imagine the air filled with smoke? It was. The city was vanishing before noon or was it earlier ...
Philip Levine Poems on Time (18 Poems)
Any Night (Philip Levine Poems)
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
For The Country (Philip Levine Poems)
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
The Return (Philip Levine Poems)
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
On The Meeting Of García Lorca And Hart Crane (Philip Levine Poems)
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
The Drunkard (Philip Levine Poems)
from St. Ambrose He fears the tiger standing in his way. The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls. ...
You Can Have It (Philip Levine Poems)
My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and ...
Something Has Fallen (Philip Levine Poems)
Something has fallen wordlessly and holds still on the black driveway. You find it, like a jewel, among the empty ...
A Woman Waking (Philip Levine Poems)
She wakens early remembering her father rising in the dark lighting the stove with a match scraped on the floor. ...
Then (Philip Levine Poems)
A solitary apartment house, the last one before the boulevard ends and a dusty road winds its slow way out ...
The Simple Truth (Philip Levine Poems)
I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes, took them home, boiled them in their jackets ...
Heaven (Philip Levine Poems)
If you were twenty-seven and had done time for beating our ex-wife and had no dreams you remembered in the ...
Those Were The Days (Philip Levine Poems)
The sun came up before breakfast, perfectly round and yellow, and we dressed in the soft light and shook out ...
Call It Music (Philip Levine Poems)
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
In The New Sun (Philip Levine Poems)
Filaments of light slant like windswept rain. The orange seller hawks into the sky, a man with a hat stops ...
Songs (Philip Levine Poems)
Dawn coming in over the fields of darkness takes me by surprise and I look up from my solitary road ...
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 ...
Once (Philip Levine Poems)
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...