The Assimilation Of The Gypsies (Larry Levis Poems)
In the background, a few shacks & overturned cartsAnd a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.And here the ...
In the background, a few shacks & overturned cartsAnd a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.And here the ...
North and west along the coast among the misty islands, Sullen in the grip of night and smiling in the ...
I never seen no "red gods"; I dunno wot's a "lure";But if it's sumpin' takin', then Spring has got it ...
By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks, And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering, Feebly glimmering on gutters choked with filth, and dogs Scratching their mangy ...
By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks,And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering,Feebly glimmering on gutters choked with filth, and dogsScratching their mangy ...
Rock-a-by baby, woolly and brown…(There's a shout at the door an' a big red light…)Lil' coon baby, mammy is down…Han's ...
There were bizarre beginnings in old lands for the making of me. There were sugar sands and islands of fern and pearl, ...
There was a water dump there, and regimentalCarts came every day to line up and fill fullThose rolling tanks with ...
In the slums of Tondo, people dwellin shacks of cardboard, bits of bamboo,corrugated metal, and a few cement blocks.They come ...
Panguitch is a godforsaken hole...Biff Sullivan and meStopped over for the nightOnce last OctoberA lady gives us grubAnd over at ...
When I was a child I knew red minersdressed raggedly and wearing carbide lamps.I saw them come down red hills ...
A power-housein the shape ofa red brick chair90 feet highon the seat of whichsit the figuresof two metalstacks--aluminum--commanding an areaof ...
We can claim without elation or immodest fabricationThat the genius of our nation is embodied in our camps,And futurity's summation ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
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