I'm saying look, here they come, pay attention. Let your eyes transform what appears ordinary, commonplace, into what it is, a moment in time, an observed fragment of eternity. — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
I find you in these tears, few, useless and here at last. Don't come back. — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
I'm afraid we live at the mercy of a power, maybe a God, without mercy. And yet we find it, as I have, from… — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
There'll always be working people in my poems because I grew up with them, and I am a poet of memory. — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
But most commonly, it's one poem that I work on with a lot of intensity. — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
“He embodied what he worshipped, the exquisite in the commonplace…salt for the spirit.” — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
“As you know, Joyce was a writer who asked his reader to give him a lifetime,” he said. “I am that reader, and I… — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
“Thirty years will pass before I remember that moment when suddenly I knew each man has one brother who dies when he sleeps and… — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
“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.” — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
Corruption is subtle, just like the Bible said. Many young poets have come to me and asked, How am I gonna make it? They feel, and often with considerable justice, that they are being overlooked while others with less talent are out there making careers for themselves. I always give the same advice. I say, Do it the hard way,… — Philip Levine Copy Share
“ Our Valley We don't see the ocean, not ever, but in July and August when the worst heat seems to rise from the hard clay of this valley, you could be walking through a fig orchard when suddenly the wind cools and for a moment you get a whiff of salt, and in that moment you can almost believe… — Philip Levine Copy Share
