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. Where We Live Now 1/13/2003
105. Wisteria 1/13/2003
106. You Can Have It 1/13/2003
107. You Can Have It 12/31/2013
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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