Elegy For Whatever Had A Pattern In It (Larry Levis Poems)
Now that the Summer of Love has become the moss of tunnelsAnd the shadowy mouths of tunnels & all the ...
Now that the Summer of Love has become the moss of tunnelsAnd the shadowy mouths of tunnels & all the ...
In the background, a few shacks & overturned cartsAnd a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.And here the ...
The brow of a horse in that moment whenThe horse is drinking water so deeply from a troughIt seems to ...
In the Borghese, Caravaggio, painter of boy whores, street punk, exile & murderer,Left behind his own face in the decapitated, ...
Some called it the Summer of Love, & although the clustered,Motionless leaves that overhung the streets looked the sameAs ever, ...
All winterThe trees held up their silent hivesAs if they mattered.But on one main street of bars and lights,I watched ...
-for John Berryrnan-Is dog eat dog out dere'-Big Business, Mr. Bones.You know what I'm doing now? I'm watching the CompletePoems ...
The trees went up the hillAnd over it.Then the dry grasses of the pasture wereOnly a kind of blonde lightSettling ...
The trees went up the hillAnd over it.Then the dry grasses of the pasture wereOnly a kind of blonde lightSettling ...
Toad, hog, assassin, mirror. Some of its favorite words, which are breath. Or handwriting: the long tail of the 'y' ...
Each day I go further into the woods.They fall before me like a roadWithout stars, and without a curve.It goes ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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