A reissuing of One for the Rose, a collection of poetry by Philip Levine.
|Publisher:||Simon & Schuster Adult Publishing Group|
|Edition description:||1st ed|
About the Author
PHILIP LEVINE was born in 1928 in Detroit and was formally educated there, at the public schools and at Wayne University. After a succession of industrial jobs he left the city and lived in various parts of the country before settling in Fresno, California, where he taught at the university until his retirement in 1992. He now teaches mainly at New York University in the creative writing program. His books have received many awards, most recently the National Book Award for What Work Is (1991) and the Pulitzer Prize in 1995 for The Simple Truth. In 1997 he was inducted into the American Academy of Arts & Letters.
Date of Birth:January 10, 1928
Place of Birth:Detroit, Michigan
Education:B.A., Wayne State University; M.F.A., Iowa Writers Workshop, University of Iowa
Table of Contents
The Poem of Flight • The Myth • To a New Mother • Get Up • My Name • I Was Born in Lucerne • Salt • Ascension • Roofs • I Wanted You to Know • Never Before • That Day • You Can Cry • The Conductor of Nothing • Rain • Keep Talking • Above Jazz • The Window • Having Been Asked “What Is a Man?” I Answer One for the Rose • The Fox • Making Soda Pop • Each Dawn • The Radio • Depot Bay • Genius • One • The Doctor of Starlight • The First Truth • To Cipriano, in the Wind • Belief • Rain Downriver • Sources • The Suit • Buying Earth • The Voice • Steel • On My Own • I Remember Clifford
What People are Saying About This
“Philip Levine certainly must be ranked with the finest poets America has produced. He also belongs with those who are most thoroughly American, writing in the great tradition of William Carlos Williamseschewing opera in favor of jazz, the drawing room in favor of the kitchen, the silk-covered cushion in favor of the bus-station bench. His Selected Poems is a monument for our age.”
“. . . Mr. Levine’s poems always begin and remain grounded in a single, highly receptive consciousness which is a man’s alone. The language, the figures of speech, the narrative progressions of this consciousness are never so private, so obscure, so truncated as to forbid less sophisticated readers. Though he takes on the largest subjects of death, love, courage, manhood, loyalty, etc., he brings the mysteries of existence down into the ordinarily inarticulate events and objects of daily life. His speaker and subject is the abused and disabused spirit of the common yet singular self. He risks the maudlin, the sentimental, the banal, and worse because he cannot live in the world fully enough; because the world is so much with us all we must sing or die of its inexpressible presence.”