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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… Continue reading John Ashbery

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John Ashbery

                                           Singing accurately So that the notes mount straight up out of the well of Dim noon and rival the tiny, sparkling yellow flowers Growing around the bring of the quarry, encapsulates The different weights of things.                                                  But it isn’t enough To just go on singing. — John Ashbery, from ‘Syringa” The Vintage Book… Continue reading John Ashbery

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And Ut Pictura Poesis Is Her Name You can’t say it that way any more. Bothered about beauty you have to Come out into the open, into a clearing, And rest. Certainly whatever funny happens to you Is OK. To demand more than this would be strange Of you, you who have so many lovers,… Continue reading John Ashbery

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John Ashbery

[S]o when it comes Time to depart our good-byes will read automatically true or false According to what has gone before. And that loneliness will accompany us On the far side of parting, when what we dream, we read. —John Ashbery, from “Wet Are the Boards,” April Galleons: Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1999)

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Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night, Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes. But will he know where to find you, Recognize you when he sees you, Give you the thing he has for you? — John Ashbery, from “At North Farm,“ A Wave… Continue reading John Ashbery

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