Learn More

Philip Levine

(January 10, 1928 / Detroit, Michigan)

Baby Villon


He tells me in Bangkok he’s robbed
Because he’s white; in London because he’s black;
In Barcelona, Jew; in Paris, Arab:
Everywhere and at all times, and he fights back.

He holds up seven thick little fingers
To show me he’s rated seventh in the world,
And there’s no passion in his voice, no anger
In the flat brown eyes flecked with blood.

He asks me to tell all I can remember
Of my father, his uncle; he talks of the war
In North Africa and what came after,
The loss of his father, the loss of his brother,

The windows of the bakery smashed and the fresh bread
Dusted with glass, the warm smell of rye
So strong he ate till his mouth filled with blood.
“Here they live, here they live and not die,”

And he points down at his black head ridged
With black kinks of hair. He touches my hair,
Tells me I should never disparage
The stiff bristles that guard the head of the fighter.

Sadly his fingers wander over my face,
And he says how fair I am, how smooth.
We stand to end this first and last visit.
Stiff, 116 pounds, five feet two,

No bigger than a girl, he holds my shoulders,
Kisses my lips, his eyes still open,
My imaginary brother, my cousin,
Myself made otherwise by all his pain.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Baby Villon by Philip Levine )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Alone And Drinking Under The Moon, Li Po
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  4. A Child's Christmas in Wales, Dylan Thomas
  5. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  6. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  7. A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
  8. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  9. Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost
  10. Invictus, William Ernest Henley

Poem of the Day

poet Li Po

Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

poet Marvin Brato Sr

New Poems

  1. 'Lefty', Robert Eckstein
  2. Seek in grace, hasmukh amathalal
  3. Mist of thought, Aftab Alam
  4. Cast Off, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  5. Need to maintain, hasmukh amathalal
  6. Fresh Threats, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  7. Using everything, gajanan mishra
  8. For You To Keep Deep, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  9. I am Hades Sweet Persephone, Tiger Auntunette
  10. Wisdom And Knowledge, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
[Hata Bildir]