Levine, Philip 1978
Vintage poster of Philip Levine’s reading at the Poetry Center of Chicago.
I bend to the ground
to catch
something whispered,
urgent, drifting
across the ditches.
The heaviness of
flies stuttering
in orbit, dirt
ripening, the sweat
of eggs.
– Philip Levine, “Noon”
Listen to Philip Levine read from his work for the Poetry Foundation’s Poetry Lectures:
She packs the flower beds with leaves,
Rags, dampened paper, ties with twine
The lemon tree, but winter carves
Its features on the uprooted stem.
– Philip Levine, “For Fran”
Read this interview with Philip Levine from the Paris Review:
The Art of Poetry No. 39
Photograph by Frances Levine I was first introduced to Philip Levine through the mail in the summer of 1976. I was studying literature at Berkeley, and my friends and I, all college freshmen and sophomores, were ardent readers of Levine, W. S. Merwin, Donald Justice, Gary Snyder, and Hart C…
