Larry Levis Time Poems

  • 1.
    The plaza was so still in that moment two years ago that
    everything was clear,
    As if it had been preserved beneath a kind of lacquered
    stillness, &, for a while,
    ...
  • 2.
    Those twenty-six letters filling the blackboard
    Compose the dark, compose
    The illiterate summer sky & its stars as they appear

    ...
  • 3.
    One was a bay cowhorse from Piedra & the other was a washed out palomino
    And both stood at the rail of the corral & both went on aging
    In each effortless tail swish, the flies rising, then congregating again

    ...
  • 4.
    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.
    ...
  • 5.
    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
    ...
  • 6.
    My love and I are inventing a country, which we
    can already see taking shape, as if wheels were
    passing through yellow mud. But there is a prob-
    lem: if we put a river in the country, it will thaw
    ...
  • 7.
    --The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968
    --for my brother

    Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill.
    ...
  • 8.
    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
    ...
Total 8 Time Poems by Larry Levis

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