At The Grave Of My Guardian Angel: St. Louis Cemetery, New Orleans (Larry Levis Poems)
for Gerald SternAt sixteen I was so vulnerable to every influenceThat the overcast light, making the trash of addicts & ...
for Gerald SternAt sixteen I was so vulnerable to every influenceThat the overcast light, making the trash of addicts & ...
The brow of a horse in that moment whenThe horse is drinking water so deeply from a troughIt seems to ...
Sadness, scarabwith seven crippled feet,spiderweb egg,scramble-brained rat,bitch's skeleton:No entry here.Don't come in.Go away.Go backsouth with your umbrella,go backnorth with your ...
He sold the one-horned cowand let the money blow through his fingerslike so much spiderweb.Ever since, the stall has been ...
Echo of the clocktower, footstepin the alleyway, sweepof the wind sifting the leaves.Jeweller of the spiderweb, connoisseurof autumn's opulence, blade ...
The dinky corner spiderwebHas a faint new mildew shimmer.Too bad, it shows no sign of lifeBeyond just hanging in there.I ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
Dire one and desired one, Savior, sentencer-- In an old allegory you would carry A chained alphabet of tokens: Ankh ...
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