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
- Girl-Gladness poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- “My northern blood exults to face” poem – Alfred Austin
- Beach Glass poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Птичка божия
- To Clementina Black poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – Иона
- Sestina: Altaforte poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Who Knows? by Vachel Lindsay
- Юрий Левитанский – Иронический человек
- Yell of Pain by Maria Ivana Trevisani Bach
- Psalm 06 poem – John Milton poems
- For a’ that and a’ that by Robert Burns
- Альфред Теннисон – Волшебница Шалот
- The Hermit At Outermost House by Sylvia Plath
- The Neighbor by Marge Piercy
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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