May Day

May Day

by Phillis Levin


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A sensuous and musical new collection from acclaimed poet Phillis Levin

May Day is a work of a visionary imagination. In tones playful and celebratory, in gestures both intimate and international, Levin’s poems explore how tenderness and violence change our lives. From a flood overtaking the Prague zoo to the joy of a maypole dance, from a mural of the Trojan War in a Greek diner in New York to the “noiseless explosions” of time in the opening of a flower, these poems are rhapsodies of the senses and the intellect, disclosing new thresholds of meaning.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780143113942
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 04/29/2008
Series: Penguin Poets Series
Pages: 96
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.30(d)

About the Author

Phillis Levin is the recipient of fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation and the National Endowment for the Arts. THE NEA grant was awarded in 2007.

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Lo Spinario
A long day, a long run, a long road And somewhere on it you felt a pang,
Nothing to stop for. Only now,
Drawing it up until your ankle Strains against your knee, as you study The sole that is cradled in your hands—

Only now do you notice a small hot rose Blushing under the skin, where a thorn Broke into flesh. And you recall

That sudden twinge: a throb subsiding In a wave, spurring you on past all Those ochre hills, daring you to keep

A steady pace though you were tired Of those hills, of pine after twisted pine Casting a net of needles in your path,

Though a droning in your ears said The city would fall, that the warning You carried would never arrive.

Once you were caught in a blinding Torrent of rain, but the sky stayed blue,
And the air surrounding you sharpened The horizon, though whatever was in reach Grew obscure. Later, as you crossed

A familiar field, your fingertips Stirring the tall grass, your limbs Remembering a power that seemed to flow

From the overturning chalice of the sun,
You did not welcome entered in.
Anywhere, it was inside you, blooming...
You fled, its flock of shadows grazing On stone. But sometimes everything Remains hidden, there is nothing more

Than a scene on an empty amphora,
The resin in pine. If this is the first time You faltered in the middle of everything,
Is the cause. Sooner or later,
Who you are. It will hurt to pluck it out,
Later you will long to be that boy Whose only regret was having to stop Without wanting to, whose only care

Was a path beaten in the dust Under his feet: a place where something Too slight to avoid, too minor

To fear, too random to forsee Interrupted a journey Written in the whorls of your skin—

As if your fate, anyone's fate Could be written or read.


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