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I like poems you can tack all over with a hammer and there are no hollow places.
John Ashbery
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John Ashbery
Age: 90 †
Born: 1927
Born: July 28
Died: 2017
Died: September 3
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Until, accustomed to disappointments, you can let yourself rule and be ruled by these strings or emanations that connect everything together, you haven't fully exorcised the demon of doubt that sets you in motion like a rocking horse that cannot stop rocking.
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Expecting rain, the profile of a day Wears its soul like a hat.
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Therefore bivouac we On this great, blond highway, unimpeded by Veiled scruples, worn conundrums. Morning is Impermanent. Grab sex things, swing up Over the horizon like a boy On a fishing expedition.
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To the poet as a basement quilt, but perhaps To some reader a latticework of regrets.
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Death is a new office building filled with modern furniture, A wise thing, but which has no purpose for us.
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The mind Is so hospitable, taking in everything Like boarders, and you don't see until It's all over how little there was to learn Once the stench of knowledge has dissipated.
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A perfect example of the new republic's urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.
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Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night.
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The soul is not a soul, Has no secret, is small, and it fits Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.
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The winter does what it can for its children.
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We are prisoners of the world's demented sink. The soft enchantments of our years of innocence Are harvested by accredited experience Our fondest memories soon turn to poison And only oblivion remains in season.
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In the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat.
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I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.
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