The Darkening Trapeze by Larry Levis

$16 Graywolf

Larry Levis died May 1996, so it comes as a bit of a surprise that a book of his “last poems” should show up now. A very happy surprise, it turns out, because it is a very good book. These poems, written at various points in Levis’s too-short career (he died at age 49), show how thoroughly his intense imagination and powerful emotions found life in poetry. Levis’s engagement with serious drugs is also represented, without apology, in this collection. His poetic voice bound the personal to the surreal, a kind of Californian / Eastern European mashup that continues to influence his generation of poets and the generation that followed. The Darkening Trapeze includes a generous afterword by the editor, David St. John, detailing the history of this particular project and the exhaustive work necessary to determine which iteration of a poem to publish when the poet is not available to make the decision.

Make a Law So That the Spine Remembers Wings

So that the truant boy may go steady with the State,
So that in his spine a memory of wings
Will make his shoulders tense & bend
Like a thing already flown
When the bracelets of another school of love
Are fastened to his wrists,
Make a law that doesn’t have to wait
Long until someone comes along to break it.

So that in jail he will have the time to read
How the king was beheaded & the hawk that rode
The king’s wrist died of a common cold,
And learn that chivalry persists,
And what first felt like an insult to the flesh
Was the blank “o” of love.
Put the fun back into punishment.
Make a law that loves the one who breaks it.

So that no empty court will make a judge recall
Ice fishing on some overcast bay,
Shivering in the cold beside his father, it ought
To be an interesting law,
The kind of thing that no one can obey,
A law that whispers “Break me.”
Let the crows roost & caw.
A good judge is an example to us all.

So that the patrolman can still whistle
“The Yellow Rose of Texas” through his teeth
And even show some faint gesture of respect
While he cuffs the suspect,
Not ungently, & says things like OK,
That’s it, relax,
It’ll go better for you if you don’t resist,
Lean back just a little, against me.

posted by John