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Philip Levine

(January 10, 1928 / Detroit, Michigan)

Poems of Philip Levine

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

Mad Day In March

Beaten like an old hound
Whimpering by the stove,
I complicate the pain
That smarts with promised love.
The oilstove falls, the rain,
Forecast, licks at my wound;
Ice forms, clips the green shoot,
And strikes the wren house mute.

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