John Ashbery Quotes

The days to come are a watershed. You have to improve your portrait of God To make it plain.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "We Hesitate."
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Playing alone, I found the wall. One side was gray, the other an indelible gray. The two sides were separated by a third, Or spirit wall, a coarser gray.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "And I'd Love You To Be in It."
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And now that the end is near The segments of the trip swing open like an orange.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Just Walking Around."
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As words go crying after themselves, leaving the dream Upended in a puddle somewhere As though "dead" were just another adjective.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Tapestry."
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The concept is interesting: to see, as though reflected In streaming windowpanes, the look of others through Their own eyes.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Wet Casements."
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There are no other questions than these, Half squashed in mud, emerging out of the moment We all live, learning to like it. No sonnet On this furthest strip of land....
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "And Others, Vaguer Presences."
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When the storm rattles my windowpane I'll stay hunched at my desk, it will roar in vain For I'll have plunged deep inside the thrill Of conjuring spring with the force of my will, Coaxing the sun from my heart, and building here Out of my fiery thoughts, a tepid atmosphere.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Landscape."
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We can remember as easily as the day we were born The maggots we passed on the way and how the day bled And the night too on hearing us, though we spoke only our childish Ideas and never tried to impress anybody even when somewhat older.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Thank You for Not Cooperating."
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the processes That first mentioned your name at some crowded cocktail Party long ago, and someone (not the person addressed) Overheard it and carried that name around in his wallet For years as the wallet crumbled and bills slid in And out of it.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Wet Casements."
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A coma that is a white, interesting country ...
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "And Others, Vaguer Presences."
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