Phillis Levin on

Published in Poem Of The Day

in memory of Jean Blecker Levin

Not a trace, those days, not a sign
On a map of where you were from,
That farm greener than green

Rolling hills, hay high as a barn
Under skies without end, joy
Rolling too, the way it used to.

Now that you're gone,
The name of the place reappears.


Not a map in the world
Will show where you are,
Now that you are long gone

Under the glowing ground,
Lending yourself to the grass,
Joined at last by Joe, who cried,

As they lowered you down,
"Jenny my love, my life."


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Wherever you are, being
Nowhere, show me a way
To be here, you who are gone

Into bottomless loam: ivy
Climbing the walls of waking,
The walls of sleep, show me to

Two on a porch waiting
To see the flesh of their flesh.

About this Poem
"As a child, one of the first questions I asked my paternal grandmother, Jean Blecker Levin, was 'Where are you from?' Her answer, 'Lithuania,' was my first introduction to geopolitics. Though she could describe her early memories of her family's small farm, she could not point out her birth country on a map or globe because by then Lithuania was part of the Soviet Union. When she was 3, her family immigrated to Reading, Penn. (the hometown of Wallace Stevens), and began to run another small farm. There she met her husband-to-be, Joseph Levin, a Reading native. Her romance with my paternal grandfather lasted until her death." -Phillis Levin

About Phillis Levin
Phillis Levin is the author of "May Day" (Penguin, 2008). She teaches at Hofstra University and lives in New York City.

The Academy of American Poets is a nonprofit, mission-driven organization, whose aim is to make poetry available to a wider audience. Email The Academy at poem-a-day[at]poets.org.

(c) 2014 Phillis Levin.
Distributed by King Features Syndicate



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