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You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.

John Ashbery

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John Ashbery
Age: 90 †
Born: 1927
Born: July 28
Died: 2017
Died: September 3
Journalist
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
Rochester
New York
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John Ashberry
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John Lawrence Ashbery
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Waxed
Carnivores
Alight
Ominous
Luminous
Winter
Late
Beaded
Life
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