Although Philip Levine (1928-2015) left Detroit in 1953, his home city never left his poems. Detroit is, for good or ill, “the exact center of the modern world,” where human dignity arises amid industrial oppression. Levine celebrates workers: their anger, fatigue, humor, and solidarity. In the night, on their streets, in their gardens, these Detroiters may find beauty in their city: a glimmer on the river, the emergence of growing things, moonlight on the snow. Philip Levine received the Pulitzer Prize and two National Book Awards. He was appointed US Poet Laureate in 2011.