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.
|2014||Wolf's Trees||J. D. McClatchy|
|2018||Where Love Is Ground to Wheat||J. Michael Martinez|
|2016||Water Grave||Mai Der Vang|
|2017||Tomorrow and Tomorrow Again||Craig Morgan Teicher|
|2016||The Wings of Daylight||W. S. Merwin|
|1992||The Wild Iris (audio only)||Louise Glück|
|1922||The Waste Land||T. S. Eliot|
|1914||The Soldier||Rupert Brooke|
|2017||The Sky||Natalie Shapero|