John Ashbery Quotes

How much longer will I be able to inhabit the divine sepulcher Of life, my great love?
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "How Much Longer Will I Be Able to Inhabit the Divine Sepulcher . . ....."
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Barely tolerated, living on the margin In our technological society, we were always having to be rescued On the brink of destruction....
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Soonest Mended."
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Every invitation To every stranger is met at the station.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Unctuous Platitudes."
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These wonderful things Were planted on the surface of a round mind that was to become our present time.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "A Last World."
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After which you led me to water And bade me drink, which I did, owing to your kindness. You would not let me out for two days and three nights, Bringing me books bound in wild thyme and scented wild grasses As if reading had any interest for me ...
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "How Much Longer Will I Be Able to Inhabit the Divine Sepulcher . . ....."
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Our star was brighter perhaps when it had water in it. Now there is no question even of that, but only Of holding on to the hard earth so as not to get thrown off, With an occasional dream, a vision ...
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Soonest Mended."
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People stay Next to the edges of fields, hoping that out of nothing Something will come, and it does, but what?
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Unctuous Platitudes."
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And the truth is cold, as a giant's knee Will seem cold.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "A Last World."
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Behind the steering wheel The boy took out his own forehead. His girlfriend's head was a green bag Of narcissus stems. "OK you win But meet me anyway at Cohen's Drug Store In 22 minutes."
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "How Much Longer Will I Be Able to Inhabit the Divine Sepulcher . . ....."
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This is just a footnote, though a microcosmic one perhaps, to the greater curve Of the elaboration; it asks no place in it, only insertion hors-texte as the invisible notion of how that day grew From planisphere to heaven, and what part in it all the "I" had, the insatiable researcher of learned trivia, bookworm ...
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Sortes Vergilianae."
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