Holy Day
by Philip Levine
Los Angeles hums
a little tune —
trucks down
the coast road
for Monday Market
packed with small faces
blinking in the dark.
My mother dreams
by the open window.
On the drainboard
the gray roast humps
untouched, the oven
bangs its iron jaws,
but it’s over.
Before her on the table
set for so many
her glass of fire
goes out.
The childish photographs,
the letters and cards
scatter at last.
The dead burn alone
toward dawn.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: On Hearing It Asserted Falsehood: is expressed in the Rev. Dr. Babington’s very looks.
- the-flash-reverses-time.html
- In Imitation of Dr. Swift : The Happy Life of a Country Parson poem – Alexander Pope
- Иван Киуру – Ершок с вершок
- Lover’s Gifts LXX: Take Back Your Coins by Rabindranath Tagore
- Obligation poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Олег Бундур – Февраль
- Song by William Somervile
- Владимир Орлов – Как Таппи научился лаять
- A kiss to the ground by Victoria Rose
- Николай Заболоцкий – Вчера, о смерти размышляя
- Pentridge By The River by William Barnes
- What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- I’ve dreamt of dreaming ’bout you by Vinko Kalinić
- The Prophet poem – Alexander Pushkin
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