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.
|2015||A Small Needful Fact||Ross Gay|
|2004||Don't Let Me Be Lonely [Mahalia Jackson is a genius.]||Claudia Rankine|
|2004||The Long Meadow||Vijay Seshadri|
|2012||All the Trees of the Field Shall Clap Their Hands||Eduardo C. Corral|
|2016||Water Grave||Mai Der Vang|
|1605||Macbeth, Act II, Scene III [Here's a knocking indeed]||William Shakespeare|
|1609||Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth (Sonnet 146)||William Shakespeare|
|2015||The Ants||Matthew Rohrer|
|2016||One of 100||David Trinidad|