Poets Anonymous: Coming Home From the Post Office

Welcome to our monthly Poets Anonymous!

On the 15th of each month, I’ll post part of a poem. If you have a blog, post a poem on yours and share your link in the comments. If you don’t have a blog, feel free to share part of a poem in the comments. Or, I encourage you to simply read a poem today.

This month’s poem comes from Philip Levine, who died last month.

             When I closed
my eyes I saw cards, letters,
small packages, each bearing
a particular name and some
burden of grief or tiding
of loss. Names like my own
passed moment by moment
into gray sacks that slumped
open mouthed.

Philip Levine

Share a favorite poem (or segment of one) in the comments!