#john ashbery

Here are Frank O'Hara and John Ashbery, looking not at all "downtown" (well, maybe Frank's argyll socks). Also, the text of a poem Frank wrote for John.

To John Ashbery

I can’t believe there’s not another world where we will sit and read new poems to each other high on a mountain in the wind. You can be Tu Fu, I’ll be Po Chü-i and the Monkey Lady’ll be in the moon, smiling at our ill-fitting heads as we watch snow settle on a twig. Or shall we be really gone? this is not the grass I saw in my youth! and if the moon, when it rises tonight, is empty —a bad sign, meaning “You go, like the blossoms.” Frank O'Hara

John Ashbery, July 28, 1927 – September 3, 2017.