Philip Levine

(January 10, 1928 / Detroit, Michigan)

Philip Levine Poems

1. Breakfasts With Joachim 6/25/2014
2. You Can Have It 12/31/2013
3. What Work Is 12/31/2013
4. And The Trains Go On 12/26/2014
5. On 52nd Street 1/10/2012
6. The Two 1/10/2012
7. During The War 1/10/2012
8. Gospel 1/10/2012
9. Our Valley 1/10/2012
10. Unholy Saturday 4/7/2011
11. Drum 1/10/2012
12. Baby Villon 1/10/2012
13. Belle Isle, 1949 1/10/2012
14. An Extraordinary Morning 1/10/2012
15. A Story 1/10/2012
16. Sierra Kid 1/13/2003
17. Blasting From Heaven 1/10/2012
18. The House 1/13/2003
19. The Grave Of The Kitchen Mouse 1/13/2003
20. Something Has Fallen 1/13/2003
21. The Return 1/13/2003
22. The Rains 1/13/2003
23. Red Dust 1/13/2003
24. Passing Out 1/13/2003
25. Montjuich 1/13/2003
26. The Turning 1/13/2003
27. The Negatives 1/13/2003
28. The Rat Of Faith 1/13/2003
29. My Fathers, The Baltic 1/13/2003
30. Small Game 1/13/2003
31. Noon 1/13/2003
32. The Helmet 1/13/2003
33. In A Vacant House 1/13/2003
34. The New World 1/13/2003
35. Salts And Oils 1/13/2003
36. Then 1/13/2003
37. The Distant Winter 1/13/2003
38. Detroit, Tomorrow 1/10/2012
39. Late Moon 1/13/2003
40. Holy Day 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Philip Levine

A Sleepless Night

April, and the last of the plum blossoms
scatters on the black grass
before dawn. The sycamore, the lime,
the struck pine inhale
the first pale hints of sky.
An iron day,
I think, yet it will come
dazzling, the light
rise from the belly of leaves and pour
burning from the cups
of poppies.
The mockingbird squawks
from his perch, fidgets,
and settles back. The snail, awake
for good, trembles from his shell
and sets sail for China. My hand dances
in the memory of a million ...

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Montjuich

"Hill of Jews," says one,
named for a cemetery
long gone."Hill of Jove,"
says another, and maybe
Jove stalked here
once or rests now
where so many lie
who felt God swell
the earth and burn

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