Someday, when you are twenty-four and walking through
The street of a foreign city…
Let me go with you a little way,
Let me be that stranger you won’t notice.
And when you turn and enter a bar full of young men
and women, and your laughter rises,
Like the stones of a path up a mountain,
To say that no one has died,
I promise I will not follow.
(Larry Levis)
More Poetry from Larry Levis:
Larry Levis Poems based on Topics: Man, Woman, Cities, Youth- Elegy For Whatever Had A Pattern In It (Larry Levis Poems)
- As It Begins With A Brush Stroke On A Snare Drum (Larry Levis Poems)
- The Assimilation Of The Gypsies (Larry Levis Poems)
- At The Grave Of My Guardian Angel: St. Louis Cemetery, New Orleans (Larry Levis Poems)
- Anastasia & Sandman (Larry Levis Poems)
- Elegy With A Bridle In Its Hand (Larry Levis Poems)