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Philip Levine

(January 10, 1928 / Detroit, Michigan)

Quotations

  • ''I can smell
    the blade that opens the hole
    and the pudgy white fingers

    that shake out the intestines
    like a hankie.''
    Philip Levine (b. 1928), U.S. poet. Animals Are Passing from Our Lives (l. 6-10). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''It's wonderful how I jog
    on four-honed-down ivory toes
    my massive buttocks slipping
    like oiled parts with each light step.''
    Philip Levine (b. 1928), U.S. poet. Animals Are Passing from Our Lives (l. 1-4). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
  • ''You've gotten in through the transom
    and you can't get out
    till Monday morning or, worse,
    till the cops come.''
    Philip Levine (b. 1928), U.S. poet. To a Child Trapped in a Barber Shop (l. 1-4). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.

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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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