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A perfect example of the new republic's urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.
John Ashbery
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John Ashbery
Age: 90 †
Born: 1927
Born: July 28
Died: 2017
Died: September 3
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I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.
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