Larry Levis Poems
|5.||Elegy With A Chimneysweep Falling Inside It||4/20/2010|
|7.||The Future Of Hands||4/20/2010|
|10.||Elegy For Poe With The Music Of A Carnival Inside It||4/20/2010|
|11.||As It Begins With A Brush Stroke On A Snare Drum||4/20/2010|
|13.||Elegy For Whatever Had A Pattern In It||4/20/2010|
|14.||The Oldest Living Thing In L.A.||4/20/2010|
|15.||Elegy With A Bridle In Its Hand||4/20/2010|
|17.||Readings In French||1/20/2003|
|18.||The Poet At Seventeen||4/20/2010|
|19.||The Clearing Of The Land: An Epitaph||1/20/2003|
|20.||For Zbigniew Herbert, Summer, 1971, Los Angeles||1/20/2003|
|21.||In A Country||1/20/2003|
|22.||Anastasia & Sandman||1/20/2003|
|23.||The Widening Spell Of The Leaves||1/20/2003|
|24.||Those Graves In Rome||1/13/2003|
|25.||As I Move On With You||1/1/2004|
|26.||The Poem You Asked For||1/13/2003|
Comments about Larry Levis
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.
Readings In French
Looking into the eyes of Gerard de Nerval
You notice the giant sea crabs rising.
Which is what happens
When you look into the eyes of Gerard de Nerval,
Always the same thing: the giant sea crabs,
The claws in their vague red holsters
Moving around, a little doubtfully.