Jim Levy Poems

I sit in the sun like a cancer patient
but with a lot of hair
and strong teeth and powerful hands
a large man but not larger than life
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I learned a lot in that bus station, the one near the hotel
that rents rooms by the hour. I noticed a young woman
wearing slippers: the color of her blouse matched
the color of her nails. One sharp dresser's hair was dyed,
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We went there together, where we imagined, and went on,
and we parted company beyond the Pleiades somewhere
and I saw a far star faintly and something said to me That is home.
I was amazed and wanted to go there and I went, pulled by light,
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I woke up without hope
and walked out into the wide fields
and saw what may have been a river
or a layer of low mist
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It has happened again, the green,
green apple tree, green alfalfa field,
I had forgotten it would happen again.
My heart leaps.
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By the Third Glass

If I could resurrect one writer to be with this afternoon
with this bottle of wine,
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Under the stars
It was spring and I was sitting as usual
under the flowering plum
and raised my glass to the moon
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can't sleep at night
can't talk to you

old age caught up to me
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Lesbia admonishes Catullus °

You mock my sparrow
who hopped here, there and everywhere
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for Elizabeth Bishop

Why did I write of the artist and not her art?
Her art is all, her life mere driftwood,
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