A Poet Reflects

And so I think of the darkness inside the horn,
How no one’s breath has been able
To push it out yet, into the air,
How when the concert ends it will still
Be there, like a note so high no one
Can play it …

—Larry Levis, from “The Morning After My Death” in The Afterlife (The University of Iowa Press, 1977)

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