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
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- Nailing by Mike Yuan
- The place that is dark without space and the moonlight off the pond (The Gray) by Olivia Lewis
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- Николай Заболоцкий – Монолог в лесу
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- Untitled XXVII by Yunus Emre
- On A Plant Of Virgin’s-Bower, Designed To Cover A Garden-seat by William Cowper
- Федор Сологуб – Под сению креста рыдающая мать
- The Epic of Jack and Jill by Robby Charters
- Death Of Captain Cooke, by William Lisle Bowles
- Splenda by Rob Leatherman Sr.
- Lover’s Gifts XLIV: Where Is Heaven by Rabindranath Tagore
- Robert Burns: To Mr. M’Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan: In answer to an obliging Letter he sent in the commencement of my poetic career.
- The Derelict by Rudyard Kipling
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