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John Ashbery

What is restored
Becomes stronger than the loss as it is remembered;
Is a new, separate life of its own. A new color. Seriously blue.
Unquestioning. Acidly sweet. Must we then pick up the pieces
(But what are the pieces, if not separate puzzles themselves,
And meanwhile rain abrades the window?)

— John Ashbery, from “A Wave,” A Wave (Open Road Media, 2014) Originally published 1984.

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