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
- Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Вишневский – Заявка на романс
- A Soft Day by Winifred Mary Letts
- The Choice by William Butler Yeats
- To Sayf Al Dawla
- Epitaph On the Lady Mary Villiers by Thomas Carew
- Юлия Друнина – Верность
- Омар Хайям – Неправ, кто думает, что бог неумолим
- Огюст Барбье – Роберт Эммет
- Invocation poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Recollection of the Arabian Nights poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Portrait — English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- First Sight by Philip Larkin
- ah poor moon by Raj Arumugam
- Низами Гянджеви – Мне ночь не в ночь, мне в ночь невмочь
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