Another Song
by Philip Levine
Words go on travelling from voice
to voice while the phones are still
and the wires hum in the cold. Now
and then dark winter birds settle
slowly on the crossbars, where huddled
they caw out their loneliness. Except
for them the March world is white
and barely alive. The train to Providence
moans somewhere near the end
of town, and the churning of metal
on metal from so many miles away
is only a high thin note trilling
the frozen air. Years ago I lived
not far from here, grown to fat
and austerity, a man who came
closely shaven to breakfast and ate
in silence and left punctually, alone,
for work. So it was I saw it all
and turned away to where snow
fell into snow and the wind spoke
in the incomprehensible syllable
of wind, and I could be anyone:
a man whose life lay open before him,
a book with no ending, a widow
bearing white carnations at dusk
to a hillside graveyard turned
to blank rubble, a cinder floating
down to earth and blinking slowly out,
too small to mean a thing, too tired
to even sigh. If life comes back,
as we are told it does, each time one
step closer to the edge of truth,
then I am ready for the dawn
that calls a sullen boy from sleep
rubbing his eyes on a white window
and knowing none of it can last the day.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Companionable Ills by Sylvia Plath
- The house where I was born (05) by Yves Bonnefoy
- The Hyaenas by Rudyard Kipling
- Poem of Joys. by Walt Whitman
- Polyphemus poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: Yon Wild Mossy Mountains:
- Алексей Жемчужников – Полевые цветы
- Tithonus
- I saw a man pursuing the horizon by Stephen Crane
- So Small, So Vital
- The Child and the Mariner by William Henry Davies
- Robert Burns: Grace After Meat:
- Virginibus Puerisque
- Sonnet II by William Shakespeare
- If Only by Mary Etta Metcalf
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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