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
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- The Future Verdict
- Hellcat
- The Ordination by Robert Burns
- Peace by Patrick Kavanagh
- The Conundrum of the Workshops by Rudyard Kipling
- Омар Хайям – Если бог не услышит меня в вышине
- Robert Burns: Love In The Guise Of Friendship:
- Spring Day poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Олег Бундур – Полёт
- Sleepless by Sara Teasdale
- Ancient Sins by Satish Verma
- Алексей Жемчужников – Верста на старой дороге
- Юрий Левитанский – Человек, строящий воздушные замки
- Less Time poem – Andre Breton poems
- Михаил Лермонтов – А. А. Олениной (Ах! Анна Алексевна)
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