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 ...
The plaza was so still in that moment two years ago thateverything was clear,As if it had been preserved beneath ...
In the background, a few shacks & overturned cartsAnd a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.And here the ...
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 ...
One was a bay cowhorse from Piedra & the other was a washed out palominoAnd both stood at the rail ...
In the Borghese, Caravaggio, painter of boy whores, street punk, exile & murderer,Left behind his own face in the decapitated, ...
There is this sunny place where I imagine him.A park on a hill whose grass wants to turnInto dust, & ...
"Prince Jesus, crush those bastards . . ."-Fran(Larry Levis)
Those twenty-six letters filling the blackboardCompose the dark, composeThe illiterate summer sky & its stars as they appearOne by one, ...
I lay my head sideways on the desk,My fingers interlocked under my cheekbones,My eyes closed. It was a three-room schoolhouse,White, ...
My father once broke a man's handOver the exhaust pipe of a John Deere tractor. The man,Ruben Vasquez, wanted to kill ...
My youth? I hear it mostly in the long, volleyingEchoes of billiards in the pool hall whereI spent it all, ...
Some called it the Summer of Love, & although the clustered,Motionless leaves that overhung the streets looked the sameAs ever, ...
Sister once of weeds & a dark water that held stillIn ditches reflecting the odd,Abstaining clouds that passed, & keptTheir ...
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 cop holds me up like a fish;he feels the huge bonessurrounding my eyes,and he runs a thumb under them,lifting ...
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 ...
No matter how hard I listen, the wind speaksOne syllable, which has no comfort in it--Only a rasping of air ...
Toad, hog, assassin, mirror. Some of its favorite words, which are breath. Or handwriting: the long tail of the 'y' ...
All night I dreamed of my home,of the roads that are so longand straight they die in the middle-among the ...
At Wilshire & Santa Monica I saw an opossumTrying to cross the street. It was late, the streetWas brightly lit, ...
My love and I are inventing a country, which wecan already see taking shape, as if wheels werepassing through yellow ...
My poem would eat nothing.I tried giving it waterbut it said no, worrying me.Day after day,I held it up to the ...
Each day I go further into the woods.They fall before me like a roadWithout stars, and without a curve.It goes ...
Applying to Heavy Equipment SchoolI marched farther into the Great PlainsAnd refused to come out.I threw up a few scaffolds ...
1.Looking into the eyes of Gerard de NervalYou notice the giant sea crabs rising.Which is what happensWhen you look into ...
Someday, when you are twenty-four and walking throughThe street of a foreign city...Let me go with you a little way,Let ...
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