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Larry Levis

Summer 1990

The Spell of the Leaves

By Larry Levis

Her husband left her suddenly. Then it was autumn,And in those first, crisp days of a new life,Each morning she would watch her son, a boy of seven,Yawn before mounting […]

Summer 1990

Kind of Blue

By Larry Levis

And so what? said a trumpet; & I’ll see you that & raise you five, said a kind Of rippling laughter, gone now, on the keyboard; & Well just this […]

Summer 1990

Coney Island Baby

By Larry Levis

But there is a place that will not change, a place that is rooted in dream:It rots & rejoices; it flowers from nothing; it turns a deaf ear to millionaires:You […]

Summer 1990

Roulette

By Larry Levis

1 After the coup, even the pettiest of newly appointed public officials was able to furnish his office with a choice of heirlooms, all confiscated from country estates. Cloisonné vases […]