Philip Levine

(January 10, 1928 / Detroit, Michigan)

Philip Levine Poems

41. Red Dust 1/13/2003
42. Premonition At Twilight 1/13/2003
43. Picture Postcard From The Other World 1/13/2003
44. Passing Out 1/13/2003
45. Our Valley 1/10/2012
46. Once 1/13/2003
47. On The Murder Of Lieutenant Jose Del Castillo 1/13/2003
48. On The Meeting Of GarcÍA Lorca And Hart Crane 1/13/2003
49. On 52nd Street 1/10/2012
50. Ode For Mrs. William Settle 1/13/2003
51. Noon 1/13/2003
52. Night Words 1/13/2003
53. Night Thoughts Over A Sick Child 1/13/2003
54. My Fathers, The Baltic 1/13/2003
55. Montjuich 1/13/2003
56. Milkweed 1/13/2003
57. Making It Work 1/13/2003
58. Magpiety 1/13/2003
59. Mad Day In March 1/13/2003
60. M. Degas Teaches Art &Amp; Science At Durfee Intermediate School--Detroit, 1942 1/13/2003
61. Late Moon 1/13/2003
62. Late Light 1/13/2003
63. Last Words 1/13/2003
64. In A Vacant House 1/13/2003
65. In A Light Time 1/13/2003
66. I Won, You Lost 1/13/2003
67. I Sing The Body Electric 1/13/2003
68. How Much Earth 1/13/2003
69. House Of Silence 1/13/2003
70. Holy Day 1/13/2003
71. Holding On 1/13/2003
72. Heaven 1/13/2003
73. Green Thumb 1/13/2003
74. Gospel 1/10/2012
75. Gin 1/13/2003
76. Gangrene 1/13/2003
77. For The Country 1/13/2003
78. Fist 1/13/2003
79. Father 1/13/2003
80. Everything 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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