Poems by Philip Levine
Bitterness
... will give flower and fruit longer ...
Songs
... But sorry that this night has ended, a night ...
I Sing The Body Electric
... Those are the true legends better left to die ...
My Fathers, The Baltic
... never bought, for what the sea taught ...
An Abandoned Factory, Detroit
... Which movement blurred, the struts inertia fought, And estimates the loss of human power, ...
Detroit Grease Shop Poem
... my sleeves. The roof leaks ...
The Dead
... of my yearning. The dead are every-where, crowding the narrow streets ...
Another Song
... Except for them the March world is white ...
M. Degas Teaches Art & Science At Durfee Intermediate School--Detroit, 1942
... " I remember that it was exactly twenty minutes ...
Premonition At Twilight
... The bird in place, the shadows dropped ...
Everything
... I say tomorrow will be different ...
Belle Isle, 1949
... of darkness into the final moonless atmosphere ...
The Rains
... For a time I thought the waters had swept ...
Once
... to the busy heads, "They got Jews in Detroit!"You can forgive the night ...
Smoke
... said. Your father knelt down on the wet cement,his lunchbox balanced on one knee and stared quietly ...
