The Poet At Seventeen (Larry Levis Poems)
My youth? I hear it mostly in the long, volleyingEchoes of billiards in the pool hall whereI spent it all, ...
My youth? I hear it mostly in the long, volleyingEchoes of billiards in the pool hall whereI spent it all, ...
'. . . our language, forged in the dark bycenturies of violentpressure, underground,out of the stuff of dead life.'Thirsty and ...
Why are your eyes like dry brown flower-pods,Still, gripped by the memory of lost petals?I feel that, if I touched ...
I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams,And specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness.And I couldn't remember ...
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
The words were different, not just in amplitude with more voices raised in the same solemn reverent ancient prayer No ...
Treacherous as trap door spiders, they ambush children's innocence. "Why is there g h in light? It isn't fair!" Buddha ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
It's slim and trim and bound in blue; Its leaves are crisp and edged with gold; Its words are simple, ...
You have read War and Peace. Now here is Sister Carrie, not up to Tolstoy; still it will second the ...
I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams, And specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness. And I ...
Can't swim; uses credit cards and pills to combat intolerable feelings of inadequacy; Won't admit his dread of boredom, chief ...
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