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
- My Journey by Vikki Bonyata
- Николай Некрасов – Великодушный поступок
- Nutting by William Wordsworth
- Омар Хайям – Что я дружу с вином, не отрицаю, нет
- If Truth in Hearts That Perish poem – A. E. Housman
- The Windhover: To Christ Our Lord poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- We Miss You So Much by Ronald G. Auguste
- Robert Burns: O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass:
- Out over the Forth (Song) by Robert Burns
- Memoriam A. H. H.: 44. How fares it with the happy dead? poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Must Work by Steve Downes
- In The Train by Sara Teasdale
- Road-Song of the Bandar-Log by Rudyard Kipling
- A Sculptor’s Vow by Nikhil Srinivas
- a walk in the forest by Raj Arumugam
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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