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
15 random poems
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66. Томас Мур.
- A Border Burn poem – Alfred Austin
- Argus poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- The Dream of Eugene Aram by Thomas Hood
- Константин Бальмонт – Что достойно, что бесчестно
- simple_heart.html
- Robert Burns: The Chevalier’s Lament:
- The Epic of Jack and Jill by Robby Charters
- Zitten Out The Wold Year by William Barnes
- Вера Полозкова – И пока он вскакивает с кровати
- A Father’s Hands by Scott Ransopher
- Николай Языков – Песня (Когда умру, смиренно совершите)
- Boadicea poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Fall by Satish Verma
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