John Ashbery Quotes

Rivers of wings surround us and vast tribulation.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Glazunoviana."
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Love once Tipped the scales but now is shadowed, invisible, Though mysteriously present, around somewhere.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror."
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It is the time we have now, and all our wasted time sinks into the sea and is swallowed up without a trace. The past is dust and ashes, and this incommensurably wide way leads to the pragmatic and kinetic future.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "The System."
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The bear Drops dead in sight of the window.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Glazunoviana."
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The gray glaze of the past attacks all know-how....
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror."
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Yes, in the long run there is something to be said for these shiftless days, each distilling its drop of poison until the cup is full; there is something to be said for them because there is no escaping them.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "The System."
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But I was trying to tell you about a strange thing That happened to me, but this is no way to tell about it, By making it truly happen. It drifts away in fragments. And one is left sitting in the yard To try to write poetry Using what Wyatt and Surrey left around....
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Grand Galop."
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We have seen the city; it is the gibbous Mirrored eye of an insect. All things happen On its balcony and are resumed within, But the action is the cold, syrupy flow Of a pageant.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror."
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Until, accustomed to disappointments, you can let yourself rule and be ruled by these strings or emanations that connect everything together, you haven't fully exorcised the demon of doubt that sets you in motion like a rocking horse that cannot stop rocking.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "The System."
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What precisely is it About the time of day it is, the weather, that causes people to note it painstakingly in their diaries For them to read who shall come after?
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Grand Galop."
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