You have an ad blocker! We understand, but...
PoetrySoup is a small privately owned website. Our means of support comes from advertising revenue. We want to keep PoetrySoup alive, make it better, and keep it free. Please support us by disabling your ad blocker
on PoetrySoup. See how to enable ads
while keeping your ad blocker active. Also, did you know you can become a PoetrySoup Lifetime Premium Member
and block ads forever...while getting many more great
features. Take a look!
holding the hillside,
mustard whipping in
the sea winds, one blood-bright
poppy breathing in
of Spanish earth comes
up to me, yellowed
with my own piss.
40 miles from Málaga
half the world away
from home, I am home and
nowhere, a man who envies
Two oxen browse
yoked together in the green clearing
Their bells cough.
the darkness and the wet roll in
at dusk they gather
their great slow bodies toward
If my spirit
descended now, it would be
a lost gull flaring against
a deepening hillside, or an angel
who cries too easily, or a single
glass of seawater, no longer blue
or mysterious, and still salty.
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
Top Philip Levine Poems
Analysis and Comments on Holding On
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Holding On here.