A Sleepless Night
by Philip Levine
April, and the last of the plum blossoms
scatters on the black grass
before dawn. The sycamore, the lime,
the struck pine inhale
the first pale hints of sky.
An iron day,
I think, yet it will come
dazzling, the light
rise from the belly of leaves and pour
burning from the cups
of poppies.
The mockingbird squawks
from his perch, fidgets,
and settles back. The snail, awake
for good, trembles from his shell
and sets sail for China. My hand dances
in the memory of a million vanished stars.
A man has every place to lay his head.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Respect her by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Sonnet Xiv
- Against Fruition
- Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ревность
- Silent consolation by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Юнна Мориц – Балтийское лето
- Fox
- Илья Эренбург – Жилье в горах, как всякое жилье
- Sonnet 14 poem – John Milton poems
- Robert Burns: Epigram At Brownhill Inn:
- Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read King Lear poem – John Keats poems
- The useless counsellor by Ross D Tyler
- How a Little Girl Sang by Vachel Lindsay
- Robert Burns: The Bard At Inverary:
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