Philip Levine gives us a poem which serves as a reproof to those in the GOP who bash immigrants. We see much needed moments of humanity, important to remember in this election season.
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The Singular “They” Is Here to Stay
The singular “they” is on the verge of becoming accepted in formal writing. It’s a development I approve of (if language never changed, I should have said “of which I approve”), and to celebrate I share a Philip Levine poem that makes imaginative use of the word “they.”
Standing in a Long Unemployment Line
Poet Philip Levine knows what it is to stand in a long line looking for work.
Laureate Philip Levine, Working Class Poet
Raised in Michigan and once a factory worker, Philip Levine, our new poet laureate, often writes about rustbelt desolation, as he does in “An Abandoned Factory, Detroit.”
