Fist
by Philip Levine
Iron growing in the dark,
it dreams all night long
and will not work. A flower
that hates God, a child
tearing at itself, this one
closes on nothing.
Friday, late,
Detroit Transmission. If I live
forever, the first clouded light
of dawn will flood me
in the cold streams
north of Pontiac.
It opens and is no longer.
Bud of anger, kinked
tendril of my life, here
in the forged morning
fill with anything — water,
light, blood — but fill.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Ballade Of Cleopatra’s Needle poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Алексей Плещеев – Лучше гибель без возврата
- The River by Mark Olynyk
- The Caucas poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Waiting by Rabindranath Tagore
- Olney Hymn 60: Abuse Of The Gospel by William Cowper
- Зинаида Александрова – Лошадка
- Владимир Высоцкий – Один смотрел, другой орал
- The Imperfect Lover by Siegfried Sassoon
- Яков Полонский – Неотвязная
- Any Night by Philip Levine
- The Mob
- Silver Wedding by Vernon Scannell
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 4 poem – Alexander Pope
- Words – “My only friends forever” by Vasishta Sharma Gudi
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Philip Levine ( 1928 – 2015) was an American poet best known for his poems about working-class Detroit. He taught for more than thirty years in the English department of California State University, Fresno and held teaching positions at other universities as well. He served on the Board of Chancellors of the Academy of American Poets from 2000 to 2006, and was appointed Poet Laureate of the United States for 2011–2012