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Late Echo - John Ashbery
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Late Echo - John Ashbery
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Anticipated Stranger, by John Ashbery
"The summer demands and takes away too much, But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes."
John Ashbery, from "As One Put Drunk Into the Packet-Boat"
John Ashbery. Reservoir Cat. c. 1972. collage. 3 1/2 x 5 1/2 inches
Spring Light
John Ashbery
The buildings, piled so casually, Behind each other, are "suggestions Which, while only suggestions, We hope you will take seriously." Off into The blue. Getting there is easier, But then we hope you will come down. There is a great deal on the ground today, Not just mud, but things of some importance, Too. Like, silver paint. How do you feel About it? And, is this a silver age? Yeah. I suppose so. But I keep looking at the cigarette Burns on the edge of the sink, left over From last winter. Your argument's Neatly beyond any paths I'm likely to take, Here, or when I eventually leave here.
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“Perhaps we ought to feel with more imagination.”
— John Ashbery, from “The Recent Past,” Rivers and Mountains (Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1966
The Problem of Anxiety
by John Ashbery
Fifty years have passed since I started living in those dark towns I was telling you about. Well, not much has changed. I still can't figure out how to get from the post office to the swings in the park. Apple trees blossom in the cold, not from conviction, and my hair is the color of dandelion fluff.
Suppose this poem were about you -- would you put in the things I've carefully left out: descriptions of pain, and sex, and how shiftily people behave toward each other? Naw, that's all in some book it seems. For you I've saved the descriptions of chicken sandwiches, and the glass eye that stares at me in amazement from the bronze mantel, and will never be appeased.
Crazy Weather
John Ashbery, from Houseboat Days (1975)