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

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We live here because the houses
are clean, the lawns run
right to the street

and the streets run away.
No one walks here.
No one wakens at night or dies.

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