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John Ashbery
Age: 90 †
Born: 1927
Born: July 28
Died: 2017
Died: September 3
Journalist
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Rochester
New York
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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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Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night.
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I'm heading for a clean-named place like Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get there without help and nosy proclivities.
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You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.
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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 winter does what it can for its children.
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Where then shall hope and fear their objects find?
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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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Not until it starts to stink does the inevitable happen.
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I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.
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And we may be led, then, upward through more Powerful forms of poetry, past columns With peeling posters on them, to the country of indifference. Meanwhile if the swell diapasons, blooms Unhappily and too soon, the little people are nonetheless real.
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Reading is a pleasure, but to finish reading, to come to the blank space at the end, is also a pleasure.
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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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Once a happy old man One can never change the core of things, and light burns you the harder for it.
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Just keep playing, mastering as you do the step Into disorder this one meant. Don't you see It's all we can do? Meanwhile, great fires Arise, as of haystacks aflame. The dial has been set And that's ominous, but all your graciousness in living Conspires with it, now that this is our home: A place to be from, and have people ask about.
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The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
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To the poet as a basement quilt, but perhaps To some reader a latticework of regrets.
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I don't look on poetry as closed works. I feel they're going on all the time in my head and I occasionally snip off a length.
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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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All beauty, resonance, integrity, Exist by deprivation or logic Of strange position.
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