Larry Levis Small Poems

  • 1.
    The brow of a horse in that moment when
    The horse is drinking water so deeply from a trough
    It seems to inhale the water, is holy.

    ...
  • 2.
    I lay my head sideways on the desk,
    My fingers interlocked under my cheekbones,
    My eyes closed. It was a three-room schoolhouse,
    White, with a small bell tower, an oak tree.
    ...
  • 3.
    My father once broke a man's hand
    Over the exhaust pipe of a John Deere tractor. The man,
    Ruben Vasquez, wanted to kill his own father
    With a sharpened fruit knife, & he held
    ...
  • 4.
    Now that the Summer of Love has become the moss of tunnels
    And the shadowy mouths of tunnels & all the tunnels lead into the city,

    I'm going to put the one largely forgotten, swaying figure of Ediesto Huerta
    ...
  • 5.
    My youth? I hear it mostly in the long, volleying
    Echoes of billiards in the pool hall where
    I spent it all, extravagantly, believing
    My delicate touch on a cue would last for years.
    ...
  • 6.
    --The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968
    --for my brother

    Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill.
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  • 7.
    At Wilshire & Santa Monica I saw an opossum
    Trying to cross the street. It was late, the street
    Was brightly lit, the opossum would take
    A few steps forward, then back away from the breath
    ...
  • 8.
    The trees went up the hill
    And over it.
    Then the dry grasses of the pasture were
    Only a kind of blonde light
    ...
Total 8 Small Poems by Larry Levis

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