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Ah ****, Poet Laureate, Pulitzer Prize winner, Philip Levine is gone.
The last stanza of perhaps his most famous poem (and my favorite):
From my five arms and all my hands,
From all my white sins forgiven, they feed,
From my car passing under the stars,
They Lion, from my children inherit,
From the oak turned to a wall, they Lion,
From they sack and they belly opened
And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth
They feed they Lion and he comes.
Ah ****, Poet Laureate, Pulitzer Prize winner, Philip Levine is gone.
The last stanza of perhaps his most famous poem (and my favorite):
From my five arms and all my hands,
From all my white sins forgiven, they feed,
From my car passing under the stars,
They Lion, from my children inherit,
From the oak turned to a wall, they Lion,
From they sack and they belly opened
And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth
They feed they Lion and he comes.
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