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, ...
Silk from Wu, paulownia from Shu,Strummed in high autumn,In the white sky the frozen cloudsFalling, not floating.Ladies of the River ...
Even as a child he loved to thrid the bowers,And mark the loafing sunlight's lazy laugh;Or, on each season, spell ...
Wind is songOf whom and of what?Of the sword's longingTo be the word.People cherish the day of deathLike a favorite ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman When the world itself looked exhausted, revolving round the sun; when a bumble-bee sounded tired of humming ...
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
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