Larry Levis Poems
|4.||Elegy With A Chimneysweep Falling Inside It||4/20/2010|
|8.||The Future Of Hands||4/20/2010|
|9.||The Poet At Seventeen||4/20/2010|
|11.||The Oldest Living Thing In L.A.||4/20/2010|
|13.||Elegy For Poe With The Music Of A Carnival Inside It||4/20/2010|
|14.||As It Begins With A Brush Stroke On A Snare Drum||4/20/2010|
|16.||Elegy For Whatever Had A Pattern In It||4/20/2010|
|17.||Elegy With A Bridle In Its Hand||4/20/2010|
|18.||Readings In French||1/20/2003|
|19.||The Clearing Of The Land: An Epitaph||1/20/2003|
|20.||Those Graves In Rome||1/13/2003|
|21.||For Zbigniew Herbert, Summer, 1971, Los Angeles||1/20/2003|
|22.||The Widening Spell Of The Leaves||1/20/2003|
|23.||In A Country||1/20/2003|
|24.||Anastasia & Sandman||1/20/2003|
|25.||As I Move On With You||1/1/2004|
|26.||The Poem You Asked For||1/13/2003|
The Poem You Asked For
My poem would eat nothing.
I tried giving it water
but it said no,
Day after day,
I held it up to the llight,
turning it over,
but it only pressed its lips
more tightly together.
It grew sullen, like a toad
through with being teased.
I offered it money,
my clothes, my car with a full tank.
But the poem stared at the floor.
Finally I cupped it in
my hands, and carried it gently
out into the soft air, into the
evening traffic, wondering how
to end things between us.
As I Move On With You
bouqutes of flowers,
Onto the ways,
See the future,
In his arms,
Is her hold,
Watch the moments,
See me through,
As my love,
Moves on with you..