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There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.
John Ashbery
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John Ashbery
Age: 90 †
Born: 1927
Born: July 28
Died: 2017
Died: September 3
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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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