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To the poet as a basement quilt, but perhaps To some reader a latticework of regrets.
John Ashbery
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John Ashbery
Age: 90 †
Born: 1927
Born: July 28
Died: 2017
Died: September 3
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The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
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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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In the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat.
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Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision
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Life is beautiful. He who reads that As in the window of some distant, speeding train Knows what he wants, and what will befall.
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It is written in the Book of Usable Minutes That all things have their center in their dying.
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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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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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There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.
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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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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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Some certified nut Will try to tell you it's poetry, (It's extraordinary, it makes a great deal of sense) But watch out or he'll start with some New notion or other.
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The soul establishes itself. But how far can it swim out through the eyes And still return safely to its nest?
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Not until it starts to stink does the inevitable happen.
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Part of the strength of Pollock and Rothko's art, in fact, is this doubt as to whether art may be there at all.
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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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The sun fades like the spreading Of a peacock's tail, as though twilight Might be read as a warning to those desperate For easy solutions.
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The ellipse is as aimless as that, Stretching invisibly into the future so as to reappear In our present. Its flexing is its account, Return to the point of no return.
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All beauty, resonance, integrity, Exist by deprivation or logic Of strange position.
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