Philip Levine

(January 10, 1928 / Detroit, Michigan)

Philip Levine Poems

81. The House 1/13/2003
82. The Mercy 1/13/2003
83. The Negatives 1/13/2003
84. The New World 1/13/2003
85. The Present 1/13/2003
86. The Rains 1/13/2003
87. The Rat Of Faith 1/13/2003
88. The Red Shirt 1/13/2003
89. The Return 1/13/2003
90. The Simple Truth 1/13/2003
91. The Turning 1/13/2003
92. The Two 1/10/2012
93. The Unknowable 1/13/2003
94. The Water's Chant 1/13/2003
95. The Whole Soul 1/13/2003
96. Then 1/13/2003
97. They Feed They Lion 1/13/2003
98. Those Were The Days 1/13/2003
99. Told 1/13/2003
100. Unholy Saturday 4/7/2011
101. Voyages 1/13/2003
102. Waking In March 1/13/2003
103. What Work Is 1/13/2003
104. What Work Is 12/31/2013
105. Where We Live Now 1/13/2003
106. Wisteria 1/13/2003
107. You Can Have It 1/13/2003
108. You Can Have It 12/31/2013
Best Poem of Philip Levine

An Abandoned Factory, Detroit

The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands,
An iron authority against the snow,
And this grey monument to common sense
Resists the weather. Fears of idle hands,
Of protest, men in league, and of the slow
Corrosion of their minds, still charge this fence.

Beyond, through broken windows one can see
Where the great presses paused between their strokes
And thus remain, in air suspended, caught
In the sure margin of eternity.
The cast-iron wheels have stopped; one counts the spokes
Which movement blurred, the struts inertia fought, ...

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Coming Close

Take this quiet woman, she has been
standing before a polishing wheel
for over three hours, and she lacks
twenty minutes before she can take
a lunch break. Is she a woman?
Consider the arms as they press
the long brass tube against the buffer,
they are striated along the triceps,
the three heads of which clearly show.

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