Biography of Eugene Levich
Doctorate in Far Eastern Languages and Civilizations, the University of Chicago.
Eugene Levich's Works:
Levich, Eugene William. The Kwangsi Way in Kuomintang China,1931-1939. M. E. Sharpe,1993.
_______. A Teacher's Odyssey Through the Incompetence of American Public Education: An Expose and A Solution to the Problem. Trafford,2010.
Eugene Levich Poems
To Paint The Portrait Of A Bird... By Ja...
First paint a cage With an open door Then paint Something pretty
A Thousand Poems- (In Honor Of Sandra Fe...
Often As I watch the news Or read history I'm sickened by Human
Souls I wonder if monkeys have souls. Their DNA and ours are almost identical—by 95 percent,
Tragedy And Comedy
Tragedy and Comedy So intertwined! We are born to die: That is the tragedy!
Blowing snow And it ain't cocaine Though it's white It's three feet deep,
They are informed of their needs by TV ads They don't write long letters to their loved They tweet
Considering Two Spanish Poets - Written...
'All of life is but a dream And dreams are but dreams! ' 'Life is a frenzy... A shadow, a fiction, an illusion...'
Who Is Bri? ... Written At 6 Am In A Din...
Who is BRI... That all the Brains commend him? (Sorry Shakespeare... Willy!)
"Whenever you meet a contradiction You must make a fine distinction." No two conflicting statements can be true! The Medieval Scholastics made this observation.
God spoke to Samuel Who delivered God's command To King Saul, Saying,
Sometime in the future the Sun will explode and destroy the Earth. What then will this poem be worth... Or anything else for that matter?
I seem to attract women who are crazy! I wonder why that should be! Is it because they see in me Some comforting rationality—
Hunting On Belleayre Mountain
Snow last night Early this year Flakes still flutter White drifts four feet deep.
Oh, how wonderful it must be To wing like that Pelican o’er the sea! What shall we name it, I ask my wife. “Ulysses” she says, “or Penelope.”
Sometime in the future the Sun will explode and destroy the Earth.
What then will this poem be worth...
Or anything else for that matter?
Since neither you nor I nor anyone else will still be here.
The plays of Sophocles, Euripides, and Shakespeare
Our long lost loves