Philip Levine

(January 10, 1928 / Detroit, Michigan)

Philip Levine Poems

81. I Won, You Lost 1/13/2003
82. Heaven 1/13/2003
83. Gin 1/13/2003
84. They Feed They Lion 1/13/2003
85. Everything 1/13/2003
86. Father 1/13/2003
87. Berenda Slough 1/13/2003
88. You Can Have It 1/13/2003
89. Night Words 1/13/2003
90. At Bessemer 1/13/2003
91. Black Stone On Top Of Nothing 1/13/2003
92. Detroit Grease Shop Poem 1/13/2003
93. Another Song 1/13/2003
94. Coming Close 1/13/2003
95. Clouds 1/13/2003
96. Clouds Above The Sea 1/13/2003
97. An Ending 1/13/2003
98. Animals Are Passing From Our Lives 1/13/2003
99. A Woman Waking 1/13/2003
100. Among Children 1/13/2003
101. Any Night 1/13/2003
102. Call It Music 1/13/2003
103. Bitterness 1/13/2003
104. The Simple Truth 1/13/2003
105. What Work Is 1/13/2003
106. A Sleepless Night 1/13/2003
107. An Abandoned Factory, Detroit 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Philip Levine

An Abandoned Factory, Detroit

The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands,
An iron authority against the snow,
And this grey monument to common sense
Resists the weather. Fears of idle hands,
Of protest, men in league, and of the slow
Corrosion of their minds, still charge this fence.

Beyond, through broken windows one can see
Where the great presses paused between their strokes
And thus remain, in air suspended, caught
In the sure margin of eternity.
The cast-iron wheels have stopped; one counts the spokes
Which movement blurred, the struts inertia fought, ...

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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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