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!)
The Bonnie Brides Of Bri (In Honor Of Br...
All the former Brides of Bri How they sigh and sigh! My, how they miss him— That wonderful guy!
Little Girls With Dolls
A photo of an exquisite little Japanese girl hugging an American blue-eyed doll: one of almost thirteen thousand sent to little Japanese girls in 1926 by little American girls These dolls touched the Japanese consciousness
"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—
I meet her each night in a city of dreams.
Under a feverish sun my dream city gleams.
The waking world’s darkness is its light.
The waking world’s dawn becomes its night.
She there awaits me, graceful as a dove.
Ephemeral is life, eternal is love.
Flowing dark tresses frame her finely-wrought face,
Slender and poised at our dream-city place.