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| 3351. | The Simple Truth by Philip Levine | | I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes,
took them home, boiled them in their jackets
and ate them for dinner with a little butte... |
| 3352. | The Present by Philip Levine | | The day comes slowly in the railyard
behind the ice factory. It broods on
one cinder after another until each
glows like lead or the eye of a do... |
| 3353. | Detroit Grease Shop Poem by Philip Levine | | Four bright steel crosses,
universal joints, plucked
out of the burlap sack --
"the heart of the drive train,"
the book says. Stars
on Lemon's wo... |
| 3354. | Premonition At Twilight by Philip Levine | | The magpie in the Joshua tree
Has come to rest. Darkness collects,
And what I cannot hear or see,
Broken limbs, the curious bird,
Become in da... |
| 3355. | A Theory Of Prosody by Philip Levine | | When Nellie, my old pussy
cat, was still in her prime,
she would sit behind me
as I wrote, and when the line
got too long she'd reach
one sudden ... |
| 3356. | Black Stone On Top Of Nothing by Philip Levine | | Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon
around the apartment building covering the front door.
He puts down his cane, remo... |
| 3357. | Picture Postcard From The Other World by Philip Levine | | Since I don't know who will be reading
this or even if it will be read, I must
invent someone on the other end
of eternity, a distant cousin lab... |
| 3358. | Magpiety by Philip Levine | | You pull over to the shoulder
of the two-lane
road and sit for a moment wondering
where you were going
in such a hurry. The vall... |
| 3359. | Passing Out by Philip Levine | | The doctor fingers my bruise.
"Magnificent," he says, "black
at the edges and purple
cored." Seated, he spies for clues,
gingerly probing the ... |
| 3360. | Happiness by Jane Kenyon | | There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortun... |
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