Oblivion, Tyrants, Crumbs: Poems
Poetry. John Levy's first full length book of poetry revives and personalizes some familiar poetic ground: light, color, perception, death, childhood reflections and the daily realities of being a poet. "It's no fortress. But that word tress in there has something of the loveliness of my books, of being surrounded by books. When I'm dead no one will love them as I have. I even love to hold them when they're closed" - from "My Library." Levy is a lawyer, working as a public defender, and lives in Tucson, Arizona with his wife and two children.
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