(January 10, 1928 / Detroit, Michigan)

Poems of Philip Levine

81. The Negatives 1/13/2003
82. The New World 1/13/2003
83. The Present 1/13/2003
84. The Rains 1/13/2003
85. The Rat Of Faith 1/13/2003
86. The Red Shirt 1/13/2003
87. The Return 1/13/2003
88. The Simple Truth 1/13/2003
89. The Turning 1/13/2003
90. The Two 1/10/2012
91. The Unknowable 1/13/2003
92. The Water's Chant 1/13/2003
93. The Whole Soul 1/13/2003
94. Then 1/13/2003
95. They Feed They Lion 1/13/2003
96. Those Were The Days 1/13/2003
97. Told 1/13/2003
98. Unholy Saturday 4/7/2011
99. Voyages 1/13/2003
100. Waking In March 1/13/2003

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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