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My youth I hear it mostly in the long volleying	A
Echoes of billiards in the pool hall where	B
I spent it all extravagantly believing	A
My delicate touch on a cue would last for years	C
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Outside the vineyards vanished under rain	D
And the trees held still or seemed to hold their breath	E
When the men I worked with pruning orchards sang	A
Their lost songs Amapola La Paloma	F
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Jalisco No Te Rajes the corny tunes	G
Their sons would just as soon forget at recess	H
Where they lounged apart in small groups of their own	I
Still even when they laughed they laughed in Spanish	J
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I hated high school then on weekends drove	K
A tractor through the widowed fields It was so boring	A
I memorized poems above the engine's monotone	I
Sometimes whole days slipped past without my noticing	A
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And birds of all kinds flew in front of me then	L
I learned to tell them apart by their empty squabblings	H
The slightest change in plumage or the inflection	M
Of a call And why not admit it I was happy	N
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Then I believed in no one I had the kind	O
Of solitude the world usually allows	H
Only to kings criminals who are extinct	P
Who disdain this world who rot corrupt shallow	Q
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As fields I disced I turned up the same gray	R
Earth for years Still the land made a glum raisin	S
Each autumn made that little hell of days	H
The vines must have seemed like cages to the Mexicans	H
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Who were paid seven cents a tray for the grapes	H
They picked Inside the vines it was hot spiders	H
Strummed their emptiness Black Widow Daddy Longlegs	H
The vine canes whipped our faces None of us cared	T
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And the girls I talked to after class	H
Sailed by then each night lay enthroned in my bed	U
With nothing on but the jewels of their embarrassment	V
Eyes lips dreams No one The sky the road	W
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A life like that It seemed to go on forever	X
Reading poems in school then driving a stuttering tractor	X
Warm afternoons then billiards on blue October	X
Nights The thick stars But mostly now I remember	X
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The trees wearing their mysterious yellow sullenness	H
Like party dresses And parties I didn't attend	Y
And then the first ice hung like spider lattices	H
Or the embroideries of Great Aunt No One	M
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And then the first dark entering the trees	H
And inside the adults with their cocktails before dinner	X
The way they always seemed afraid of something	A
And sat so rigidly although the land was theirs	H

Larry Levis

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