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.
|2017||the dark tree, the cold sea||Emily Fragos|
|1993||Holding On||Brenda Hillman|
|2017||The Sky||Natalie Shapero|
|2017||Afterlife||James Allen Hall|
|2016||The afterlife of fame||David Trinidad|
|2016||The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know||Marie Ponsot|
|2016||The Wings of Daylight||W. S. Merwin|