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
- A Tale of Elsinore by William Topaz McGonagall
- Giving Myself Up by Mark Strand
- Best Friend by Nicole M Nugent
- He Remembers Forgotten Beauty by William Butler Yeats
- Strike, Churl poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- O Sing, Fair Lady, When With Me poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor by Robert Burns
- Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press by William Shakespeare
- Broken Love by Talha Jafri
- Better Days by Stevens Cadet
- Robert Burns: My Tocher’s The Jewel:
- Snow Flakes by Tala Bar
- Кондратий Рылеев – К N. N. (Когда душа изнемогала)
- Late Moon by Philip Levine
- Love is the Water of Life by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
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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