Maxioms by John Ashbery
I don't look on poetry as closed works. I feel they're going on all the time in my head and read more
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.
So that the old joy, modest as cake, as wine and friendship Will stay with us at the last, backed read more
So that the old joy, modest as cake, as wine and friendship Will stay with us at the last, backed by the night Whose ruse gave it our final meaning
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
A perfect example of the new republic's urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.
A perfect example of the new republic's urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.
