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The Poet At Seventeen

Rating: 3.0

My youth? I hear it mostly in the long, volleying
Echoes of billiards in the pool hall where
I spent it all, extravagantly, believing
My delicate touch on a cue would last for years.

Outside the vineyards vanished under rain,
And the trees held still or seemed to hold their breath
When the men I worked with, pruning orchards, sang
Their lost songs: Amapola; La Paloma;

Jalisco; No Te Rajes -- the corny tunes
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Rajnish Manga 13 July 2017

The narrative takes the reader along the beautiful glimpses of nature and charms of life along with the impeccable use of metaphors stanza after stanza. Thanks. I had the.... solitude the world usually allows Only to kings & criminals who are extinct, Who disdain this world, & who rot, corrupt & shallow

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Susan Williams 02 November 2015

I heartily agree with Mr. Richter's assessment. I am a fan as well.

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John Richter 02 November 2015

this..... is....... amazing. Larry Levis has just entered my own hall of greatness! OMG - this - friends - is gifted poetry!

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