Three Poems by Mark Levine

But I was about to say / When Chance came and cut me down with his Wehrmacht / That I was present on the assembly floor / And accountable… More

Pomegranate

The cart was gaining momentum. My friend nudged me, said, "Your mother is waving," but I was biting, savoring the burst of red honey on my tongue. More

from On Paradise

Everything in and of war in war. / Every flight and branch and wing, / A body of war: a woman brushing a boy’s hair— / War—the wild turkey… More

Moonless

But I was not a destroyer of worlds. Not really. I had destroyed one world, singular, and it was just a very small one. I hadn’t even meant to… More