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The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes

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John Ashbery
Age: 90 †
Born: 1927
Born: July 28
Died: 2017
Died: September 3
Journalist
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University Teacher
Writer
Rochester
New York
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