for Philip Levine
Donald Justice has died twice:
once in Miami, in the sun, on a Sunday,
and once in Iowa City, on a Friday
in August, which was not without
its own sun—if not bright spot.
Browse poems about the afterlife below.
|2019||Who Is Less Than a Vapor?||Rowan Ricardo Phillips|
|2019||Ancestors Are Calling||T. J. Anderson III|
|2019||How to be Remembered||T. J. Anderson III|
|2019||Vasya, in Bed||Gala Mukomolova|
|2019||At Night||Stanley Plumly|
|2019||I hear a dog who is always in my death||Samuel Ace|
|2019||An Offering||Kathryn Hunt|
|1919||Prelude: The Troops||Siegfried Sassoon|