Poems by Philip Levine
How Much Earth
... in the fists of the hungry, cucumbers sleep ...
The Rat Of Faith
... In one hop the jay turns his back on me, ...
Where We Live Now
... on the phone, and he remembers the exact phrasing of a child's sorrows, ...
Red Dust
... I can hear their wings lifting them down, the feathers ...
The Whole Soul
... for salt and water without salt, ...
Wisteria
... When Steve and Sophie and the three children ...
The Water's Chant
... Since then ...
Making Light Of It
... The thistle sheds its royal robes and quivers ...
Picture Postcard From The Other World
... I make you like me in everything I can -- a man ...
Making It Work
... First warm spring winds up from Ohio, I ...
Sierra Kid
... Grass snakes that wouldn't die, And night hawks hanging on the rim ...
On The Meeting Of García Lorca And Hart Crane
... A good man, Arthur, he survived graduate school, ...
The Drunkard
... from St. AmbroseHe fears the tiger standing in his way ...
Something Has Fallen
... You smell all of your childhood, the damp bed you struggled from ...
Magpiety
... I'd heard that a magpie could talk, ...
