Larry Levis Poems
|1.||Anastasia & Sandman||1/20/2003|
|2.||As I Move On With You||1/1/2004|
|3.||As It Begins With A Brush Stroke On A Snare Drum||4/20/2010|
|6.||Elegy For Poe With The Music Of A Carnival Inside It||4/20/2010|
|7.||Elegy For Whatever Had A Pattern In It||4/20/2010|
|8.||Elegy With A Bridle In Its Hand||4/20/2010|
|9.||Elegy With A Chimneysweep Falling Inside It||4/20/2010|
|12.||For Zbigniew Herbert, Summer, 1971, Los Angeles||1/20/2003|
|14.||In A Country||1/20/2003|
|16.||Readings In French||1/20/2003|
|18.||The Clearing Of The Land: An Epitaph||1/20/2003|
|19.||The Future Of Hands||4/20/2010|
|21.||The Oldest Living Thing In L.A.||4/20/2010|
|22.||The Poem You Asked For||1/13/2003|
|23.||The Poet At Seventeen||4/20/2010|
|24.||The Widening Spell Of The Leaves||1/20/2003|
|25.||Those Graves In Rome||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.
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.