Fist
by Philip Levine
Iron growing in the dark,
it dreams all night long
and will not work. A flower
that hates God, a child
tearing at itself, this one
closes on nothing.
Friday, late,
Detroit Transmission. If I live
forever, the first clouded light
of dawn will flood me
in the cold streams
north of Pontiac.
It opens and is no longer.
Bud of anger, kinked
tendril of my life, here
in the forged morning
fill with anything — water,
light, blood — but fill.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Meaken Up A Miff by William Barnes
- The Tombstone-Maker by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Британишский – Итальянское путешествие
- Sonet 5 by William Alexander
- Robert Burns: Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell: Of Glenriddell and Friars’ Carse.
- Robert Burns: On The Death Of John M’Leod, Esq,: Brother to a young Lady, a particular friend of the Author’s.
- The Welcome
- From: The Home We Will Never Live In That Place by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Heroic Simile by Robert Hass
- The Dream of Eugene Aram by Thomas Hood
- Омар Хайям – Что плоть твоя, Хайям?
- Sonnet IV by William Shakespeare
- Олег Григорьев – Кресло рассохлось
- Flying Wishes by Osman cisse Hanif
- Федор Сологуб – Ах, лягушки по дорожке
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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