Levine, Philip 1978
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:
Paris Review – The Art of Poetry No. 39, Philip Levine
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