Poems by Philip Levine
Told
... but my hands burned in the damp earth the light ran between my fingers ...
The Distant Winter
... from an officer's diary during the last warI The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids ...
Mad Day In March
... Ice forms, clips the green shoot, ...
Detroit, Tomorrow
... She sits at the scarred, white kitchen table, ...
An Extraordinary Morning
... s Rib Shack, the one whose eyelids flutter in time ...
The Gatekeeper’s Children
... If you could Get close you could touch the embers ...
Blasting from Heaven
... ” Milk and relish and a hard bun that comes off ...
Our Valley
... so go ahead, worship the mountains as they dissolve in dust, ...
Baby Villon
... “Here they live, here they live and not die,&rdquo ...
Burial Rites
... s now taller than I, and stuck the stub ...
During the War
... She placed both hands on my shoulders, kissed each eyelid, ...
My Brother, the Artist, at Seven
... In the damp grass he recites the names ...
How to Get There
... and dog sits a take-out coffee cup meant to receive, ...
M. Degas Teaches Art and Science At Durfee Intermediate School--Detroit, 1942
... " I remember that it was exactly twenty minutes ...
The Unknowable
... goes out. The childish photographs, ...
