Maxioms by John Ashbery
I like poems you can tack all over with a hammer and there are no hollow places.
I like poems you can tack all over with a hammer and there are no hollow places.
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
I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.
I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.
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.
