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Philip Levine

Wherever you are now there is earth somewhere beneath you waiting to take the little you leave. This morning I rose before dawn, dressed in the cold, washed my face, ran a comb through my hair and felt my skull underneath, unrelenting, soon the home of nothing. The wind that swirled the sand that day… Continue reading Philip Levine

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American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry

Philip Levine

Let me begin again as a speck of dust caught in the night winds sweeping out to sea. Let me begin this time knowing the world is salt water and dark clouds, the world is grinding and sighing all night, and dawn comes slowly, and changes nothing. — Philip Levine, from “Let Me Begin Again,”… Continue reading Philip Levine

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American Culture · American Literature · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Poetry

Philip Levine

Fact is, silence is the perfect water: unlike rain it falls from no clouds to wash our minds, to ease our tired eyes, to give heart to the thin blades of grass fighting through the concrete for even air dirtied by our endless stream of words. — Philip Levine, from “He Would Never Use One… Continue reading Philip Levine

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